I will miss this, I really will.
Sitting outside on my deck writing, laptop warm against my thighs and notebook pressing into the crook of my elbow. My dog sits near me, chewing on a leaf or something (as he does) as a gentle breeze, barely able to even be called a breeze, touches my shoulder and the tips of the trees’ leaves. I can hear the crickets starting to chirp through my headphones– there’s was a heat stroke in the Bay Area this weekend and the last of it seems to be ebbing away now. The fog is finally starting to roll back in over the mountains to cool down the air, saving my breath.
(My dog swats at what I assume is a fly. They’ve been startling him pretty often lately, especially when they scam their way into our living room through tiny holes in the window netting.)
Cool evenings like this, this last push to transition from sweltering summer into the ever-welcoming fall– these are some of my favorites, and a lot of me is going to miss being able to spend them in my backyard with my dog as my family sits inside making necklaces with silver chain and gorgeous glass beads. I’m going to miss the hummingbirds flitting around massive trees I never would think they enjoy and the Anise swallowtails piloting themselves around my head, navigating that soft, barely-breeze as if they’re a part of it. My dog moves closer to sit at my feet and puts his head on his paws, sighing. Maybe he knows I have almost exactly three weeks left here? The first time living away from home for so long is approaching quickly and all of me is thrilled but a part of me is also registering the bittersweet flavor.
But hopefully living right on the coast means there’ll be a breeze there, too. There’ll be the ocean and the wildflowers and the eucalyptus trees (though invasive to this land, they’re still beautiful). And honestly, I don’t have any idea of what kind of butterflies make their home in San Diego, but I can’t wait to find out.