You know the feeling you get when you listen to smooth jazz—the long, sultry drawl of Etta Jones with the piano lingering in the background, or the velvety voice of Lois Armstrong? It’s like a really good cup of coffee. Or a quiet sea breeze whisking your locks around in the air. It makes you feel content and makes you want to
s l o w d o w n .
Summer arrived two months ago and will be packing up in about three weeks or so. I’ll be pleased to see the season’s heat & humidity go, but I’ll more than miss the lazy mood and bright evenings that comes along with these three short months. I hope miss summer gives mr. fall the “go ahead, it’s your turn” high five as they pass each other to switch places—I’d rather not like this fall to be summer part II, if you know what I mean.
I’m saying good-bye to summer early, rushing her out the door at the end of this extended dinner party, because I’ve got a lot of cleaning up to do before fall gets home.
Trust me when I say you won’t even want to see a little bit of my to-do lists this fall.