It always happens. The cycle repeats. Times change.
Seasons come and go. We might wish we could slow it down, or even bring it all to a standstill. We wish we could make the summer stretch on indefinitely. But then…
…well, not everyone can live on the equator. Could you imagine trying to smash all the people of the Earth into the land around the equator? The closer you are to the equator, the more your year has summer-like weather.
There are changes near the equator too, though. Winds change. Oceanic currents change. The weather turns cold for those who live with thin, sea-level blood. 50 degrees Fahrenheit and the warm weather human feels as though he’s freezing. He wraps up in multiple sleeveless shirts instead of only one or none.
My personal GPS triangle is above the 40th parallel. Here we watch the weather turn trees brown and mountains white. But with summer’s end comes the end of summer sports too. We watch as the football lovers gear up for their pastime, while some of our favorite pastimes get put away.
Soon there won’t be any dry trails. Soon the mountain bikes will be hung in garages. Soon the mountain bike tires will get softer as the air slowly escapes. It will be months before they get hooked up to a pump.
Soon the ski and snowboard enthusiasts will be having their own brand of fun.
I might go down the mountain and hit the beach. Try a little surfing south of the 40th. Play in the warmer breaks. Would you rather do that than go snowboarding? I think I would. At least, this year; the sand seems more inviting than the slopes. Beach is compelling, ski lift is repelling. I’ll go down and play in the waves. Then when the waves get tiresome, I’ll head back home and watch for Spring to come.