Summer makes me nostalgic. It makes me want to slow down time so that I can savor each new memory. If I were a superhero, that is what my power would be, time manipulation.
Driving home from my family’s house tonight, my husband and I talked about our differing perceptions of time. For him, life moves at just the right speed, which makes me envious. I guess you do not have to be a superhero to appreciate life properly. Still, I’m not sure how to slow down. It feels like there are more things I want to do than there is time to do them.
I think this is part of why I like to write so much. It gives me the space to trap myself in time.
Tonight I want to trap myself in new summer memories. I want to hold them to my heart so that everyone in them will be with me always. If I could figure out a way for summer dinners to last longer, I would. Instead, it is the words and pictures that are left.