Letting Go

Last night I said goodbye to a good friend as she finished her time as a pH.D student here in Cleveland and now has to run full force into the next phase. The Post Doc. She picked Miami as the place to spend this part of her career which has the potential of lasting almost forever. Smart girl.
Last night it was rainy and chilly. As I hugged my friend goodbye I joked that she would never have to be that cold again. I will miss her.

When summer loosens her grip on the world, I must do a lot of letting go as well. I love summer--I am like summer at my worst. I squeeze and squeeze, explode into furious storms, and sometimes start out as a gentle day that fizzles into a relentless heat.

Still, I have a hard time letting go. The leaves are growing tired and brown and you have to strain to hear the rise and fall of the cicada song throughout the day. I will miss her.