Summer

Every winter I think it's never going to end; the violent winds, the harsh storms, the ice, the bitter temperatures, the agoraphobia that comes with it... And then it happens.

Summer. 

Some may argue that summer in Maine is no summer at all, but it is how I know the season best, and as such is completely comfortable to me. The warmer weather (this year, apparently, more than others passed), the shining bright sun, the festivals, concerts and events, the evenings that seem as though they will never end, the faith in humanity that comes with it. 

As I notice that my mood and overall outlook improves immensely with every warmer day, I also need to recognize that each summer (so far, ever the realist) is better than the last. One summer is great because I am around a new and exciting circle of friends, doing things I wouldn't normally do, or maybe another is great because of a new love, or maybe because I traveled or got into painting again, or writing, or there's a new job etc... This summer is great because there is a new spin on an old story. My loved ones; friends, family, community, town are surrounding me but in a brand new way. I am anything but bored, although I am quite comfortable. I love how hot it is. I love that friends are getting me out of my comfort zone. So far my favorite things that they have accidentally pushed me to do are going to Portland more casually (oh, you have a gig there? Yeah, I'll drive ya), attending comedy shows/entertainment, and certainly finally taking appropriate advantage of the fact that I live so close to so many natural bodies of water. That, paired with the swing of socialization and "yes-manning" I have fallen back into since getting into town, have made for what I would deem as a very successful summer. 

And it could be argued that I still have a whole month to go. 

Speaking of "It Could Be Argued", I have officially started writing again (thank God); "It Could Be Argued" and "In Case This Helps" will hopefully be on bookshelves before I die (but if not, not). It is just so incredible to have that writing drive. Nothing feels better. Maybe not even music... (!) But maybe. In addition to that fun creative aspect, I have also began painting again! I am not sure how far it will go, but it's awfully nice being easily inspired by fully immersing myself in the art community through my job, for once. Less pressure that way!

Alas, the coffee shop I am writing in (can you say "cliche"?) is about to close up shop, and so I must away.

This blog feels less poetic and more sloppy, but it'll do for now.