late summer - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
We sat there in late summer, the grass moving in steady waves, those long heads of golden seed as calming as harbour waves. There was something about it, their movement synchronized yet independent, their hues so close yet unique. And while they danced in that way, came the song of crickets and the chirps of birds content to be warmed by gentle rays. I recall thinking of the days we had been so blessed to have and feeling the inner joy of anticipating the autumn colours. I love the reds and golds as much as anyone, yet the rich browns have a homely feel, something of the earth. I let my mind wonder when those changes will come, perhaps as early as next month or the one after. Then every day those changes bring an inner smile in rain and shine. After a while I glanced toward Monica, "Hey, how about a tall drink of something refreshing?"
It was the time for surfing, for feeling that inner spirit rise with the waves, riding so freely upon their crest. We could feel our bodies in synchrony with our minds, in that way we think with no words. It's when we just do it, just get up there and be. There's a joy in it, feeling waves of serenity as steady as the ocean. It's being there in the sunlight, existing in each sweet moment as if it were just one, the past falling away with a gentle acceptance of the future we create.
In late summer the Earth is ready for the rains, for sweet drops to quench the soils. It is then that the pitter patter returns to the woodlands, simple water to bring nature's magic. The pathways strengthen from a dusty brown to deep mahogany, reviving a healthy glow I've longed to see return. Summer foliage has it's time, the green canopy to give shelter when it's needed, yet this is beauty also, the heaven-given promise seasonal changes fulfilled.