Hurrying through the last of the summer

I have a bit of a confession to make. I’ve been back to work for over a month now, and while part of me is enjoying the routine chaos that is my job, the other part of me still wants to be footloose and fancy-free, traveling Europe with my backpack and rail pass. To be perfectly frank, I have not been dealing well with the transition at all, and I’ve been a lot more of a grump than usual. I’m trying not to be, honest, and I’m working on getting back to my normal cheerful self.

But at least the weather in Sacramento has been more or less phenomenal since we’ve gotten back — a few hot days, but overall it’s been unseasonably mild, and, I hate to say it, definitely nicer than most of the weather on our trip. So I’ve been enjoying being outside, and soaking up the last of the golden rays that bathe everything in the most amazing late-afternoon light. I don’t want to hurry through this time — I’m not ready for it to be autumn and winter. But since it’s inevitable, I’ll make the most of what summer that’s left.

Feet running across the Tower Bridge in downtown Sacramento.