dreaming in the shadows of the Sleeping Maiden

Mt. Tamalpais, August 16, 2012

Mt. Tam glimpsed from Barry Way, Greenbrae

I noticed today that the days are getting shorter. The sun seems to be slipping away a little faster at day’s end, as if it had soured on summer. And yet the heat seems to be revving up, as it tends to do around this time of the year, with renewed zeal. Yesterday, as I rode my bike the long way from Greenbrae to San Anselmo, via Larkspur and Corte Madera for a thrill and extra training for an upcoming big ride, I luxuriated in the seemingly deserted streets and waxed poetic — mostly to myself to spare you all the embarrassment — all about the lull in activity before schools and colleges start up the new academic year in our neighborhood…

Well, the honeymoon with August’s sweet lull is over. Today, running an errand, I suddenly found myself in the middle of a traffic jam, surrounded by cars packed with teens trying to talk to each other above their cranked up music. Looks like some schools are back in session already. When I had to drive by Marin Catholic High School for an another errand a couple of hours later, I could see the football field in full use with boys in bright uniforms moving fast on the sparkling greens.

But by the time I ran my next errand (I had a lot of errands to run today, which explains my scattered prose, I hope), it was close to sunset, and the streets seemed to have cooled off from heat and traffic. Over by Barry Way, where I took today’s picture, the street was eerily empty of life, and even of light, it seemed. It’s hard to say good-bye to August, the August of my fantasies, even as August is barely half over.