Hello September…
Summer is slipping away from us, with Labor Day just around the corner. The turn of the seasons always reminds me to look back at all the joy of the past and the possibility of the future, but this season has rearranged so many of us. Instead of the freedom of summer, we’ve wrapped ourselves up in worries and wariness. That’s why I’m taking a second to breathe in the last moments of sun this summer.
Writing Prompts
- Riding my bike
My bike stayed in the garage throughout most of the summer months. The tire sprung a leak, then sprung a hole. The bike repair shop was closed, and then it was packed. I couldn’t get a new tire. When I finally did, I popped on my helmet and rolled down the drive. It felt like freedom.
… - The impossibility of blackberries
I’ve started to think that blackberries involve a particular amount of luck. We rode our bikes down to the blackberry patch several times this summer, waiting for just the right moment when the berries on the top of the bush take on that shine. We almost missed it. We caught the berries right at the end, when they were gushy and dripping and perfect for jam. The jam, however, blackened and smoking, is a story for next time.
… - Your summer story
What’s your summer story? What moment do you remember? What food lingers on your tongue? Take a second and write a line or two, and share it with me. I’d love to hear what memories you will take into autumn.