The Summer of Our Youth
She: 30°C there is not too hot rite? longing for autumn...
He: Yesterday was 101°F/38°C here in the valley. Your comments have me recall The Bard, who wrote in one of his sonnets, "summer's lease hath all too short a date..."
All too soon the long sunny summer days, star-lit eves, ice cream socials, sparkling streams, family picnics, the sweet taste of peaches and more, will dissolve into the recess of memory and locked away. We bring back the mental images to assuage the soul of our winter discontent, and per chance, in a rare reminiscence we regale the loved ones with the summer of our youth.
Until we are in the presence of the Sun of Rigteouness's (Malachi 4:2) perfect clime, each of us accepts (but may not like) the climate of our geography. Where I am at the moment, I do not mind the summer heat.
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2 comments:
i don't know who's Bard but i find this thoughtful.. thanks for reminding me something about eternal and temporary, since we have the hope of the eternal glory we can stand the temporary "hot"...
The Bard referred in the post was William Shakespeare. The quote "summer's lease hath all too short a date..." was taken from his Sonnet 18.
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