Summer is a gluttonous season. A season of excess and engorgement, where discipline struggles out of your grasp but entertainment leaps into your arms. The television is on past the point of the brain/jell-o exchange, books are read beyond when the world within them is indistinguishable from reality, sleep is ignored and then lustily sought, as we ignore the societal bounds of the definition of 'morning'. Even the heat seems to be expanding past its accepted limits, consuming the breeze and the joy of nature with ferocity.
Summer is a season of opportunity. A season of promise and boundless time, where habits can be formed and life can be fervently lived. The nights are calm and bedtime can be early, sunshine beckons for healthy exertion, project after project can be attempted, failed, and tried again, with little consequence. Work, accomplishment, and battle-worn discipline form a medley that infuse the days with steady purpose. The time is now for organization, realignment, and rest. Even the earth seems to seize the opportunity, flooding the sky with blues and yellow, marvelous sunsets of purple and pink.
Summer is harder than is expected. It is daily battles at motivation's graveside. It is oppressive heat stifling the adventurous urge. Yet it is a time of beauty, for the seeking, the finding, the creating, the relishing. Summer is a beautiful season, a season of the simple and the profound.
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