Waiting for Summer
“When you live in the northern rockies, waiting for summer
is like starting a new romance. Fickle, teasing, unpredictable. The
anticipation. The drama. The thrill of the unexpected. It’s all in the turn of the season from
spring to summer.
At first things start off slow. The snow melts. The rivers swell. A flash of bluebird wing is a tease of what’s
to come. You know it will be good when emotions blossom and the season unfurls,
but day-by-day in the Rockies summer is a fickle lover.
Here, even the weather report is like a love letter. A
promise of clear skies and sun one day is like a flirtatious smile. Flurries tomorrow send mixed messages. Rain all week, then unseasonable warm
temperatures leave us frustrated. Time stretches
out as dark mornings gradually tick toward later sunsets, bringing hope for
fruition. The wind blows warm and sweet
and sure. Storms roll in unexpectedly
and leave just as swiftly. Like the tumult
of dating, it can leave your head in a spin.
Until one day the blue sky opens up, flowers pop, the days
are in full swing. And you know: This is summer. Like love, it’s unmistakable."
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