endless summer.

This is our Narnia, and I’m more convinced of this every day. You can describe it, and it can be believed; but it can’t be grasped without experiencing it, or at least a little something of it.

And instead of endless winter without Christmas, we have endless summer without summer vacation.

Or summer without tank tops and sun dresses!

I’m amazed how much seasons are engrained in us. And when they don’t come as we expect, it’s as if time doesn’t go by. It’s as if we’ve been here for one long summer.

Then suddenly, I see my niece on Skype and wonder how she grew up so much over one summer! I watch You’ve Got Mail and hear, “Don’t you just love New York in the fall? It makes me want to by school supplies.”  I find myself aching for a breeze, a scarf, golden yellow leaves, pumpkin patches, and bouquets of newly sharpened pencils.

We live in one of the sunniest places on earth, I’m sure. Even during rainy season, which lasts about six or seven months of the year, the sun is out for at least part of the day, and often shining through the rain.  It seems this would be beautiful, right? Sunny skies every day?

There are positives: a bike ride is possible every day of the year. A garden can grow at any point, and the swimming pool is always open. Some kind of fresh fruit is always in season, and you’re never too cold for ice cream. You don’t need seasonal clothing or a winter coat closet.

But I still find myself hoping for some dreary clouds and drab cold winds.