The sun was in my eyes

Another summer has come and gone. I remember when I was a kid – summer seemed such a magical time. A time when I could do and be anything. But then college came, jobs came, children came and summer became two weeks of freedom (and ten weeks plus of lawn mowing).
It seems funny now – this time this loss. What once seemed endless now seems to fly by. I find myself looking forward to the four times a year I take time to spend vacation time with my family. I find myself seeking that weekend time like something I’ve lost.
Why is that? Why is it that when we are young and the world is before us – we ignore the highway signs and push on. But then we become adults and suddenly we stop for every historical market on the road to a summer trip.