My eternal summer... is slowly fading
Summer's lease is indeed too short. The strong winds have shaken and now it's time to wander in it's shade.
Shakespeare in the park
On a summer's day
Sorry for the poetic gibberish
I was trying to make the words make sense the way they do in my head. Sometimes it isn't easy to make sense. I stumbled onto this rock while sitting in the park. The poem "Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day" (Sonnet 18), by William Shakespeare, is engraved into the rock and I've read it a dozen times, maybe more.
I sit in the park early in the morning. I do my best to simply sit and appreciate the park, and the sun, and summer. This is the spot where I work on seeing through my third-eye.
Each time I visited, the poem spoke to me. And each time it said something slightly different. I don't know exactly what the poem means, I haven't looked it up, but it makes me feel content.
Sunset on a warm September evening in Chicago
Let's sit here for a while and enjoy each other's silence
This is how summer feels
If you know me well, you know that I walk - a lot! I've always walked a lot but this summer has been exceptional. I've averaged about 8 miles per day (or about 18,000 steps) since mid-late June. This is a FAR CRY from last year.
Last year I barely moved. I was in terrible pain and needed 16 weeks of physical therapy to treat a pinched nerve in my neck. They believe the pinch nerve was caused from a sedentary lifestyle - a.k.a. that cube life!
I guess when you go through a scare like that, you change. My change was simple. I chose not to live like that anymore. I chose to enjoy my summer days as much, and as long, as I could.
Enveloped by the warmth of late summer in the evening
Lincoln Park Nature Boardwalk - I love it here
My summer doesn't start in June and it doesn't end in September, it's eternal. This is my summer, in no particular order. Here we go.
Me and this little guy were just sitting back
Watching the world go by
You can't predict what you'll see in the mornings
But you can be fairly certain that you'll see something you didn't see the day before
Early mornings on the lakefront trail
My not-so-secret spot
My path is almost always the same. I think I already mentioned this. I walk north for about 30 minutes, until I reach this point. Here I sit and stretch. I also think. I turn off my music and listen to the squeaks or the birds screaming - they don't sing, they scream, it's kind of weird. I love it here.
Evening walk from Hollywood beach back home to the Gold Coast
These two have the right idea!
I loved this moment so much
Because nothing says summer so much as this
In my mind's eye
This summer has been amazing. So, so, so amazing. The best summer I've had since I was a kid. And summer always reminds me of being little. Back when we played outside like 70-80 hours a week -- almost as much as I was working last year!
We had such a beautiful summer in Chicago. In my mind's eye, I run through the grassy fields in the park, just like I did as a kid. But summer is not over. I still have a few weeks and I may run through that grassy field just yet.
Facing south from North Avenue Beach
When I can't paddle board, standing here is the next best thing
Whereas my mornings ground me and start my day
My evening walks set me free from the responsibilities of the day
This is one of my favorites but I never saw this view again
Because the Nature Boardwalk is living and breathing, it changes all the time
Toto, where not in Chicago anymore
Back in late June when the Nature Boardwalk was fully blooming
I loved this moment
But summer's lease hath all too short a date... and now its over
Early evening on the lakefront trail in mid-August
Deep blue skies for days
Boys being boys
As the sun sets on Hollywood Beach
So picturesque that it looks fake
Streeterville, my least favorite neighborhood, on a beautiful summer's night
Sunrise on the lakefront trail
End of August in Chicago - just before the geese left us
But Thy Eternal Summer shall not fade....
Until next year, my lovely
I don't know what it means but I love it
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see
So long lives this, and gives life to thee.