It's beginning to feel a lot like Florida summer. The humid heat hits full on as I step out the door, the comfort of my air conditioned home lulling me into forgetting that a late morning bike ride might not be the best way to exercise now.
A friend told me yesterday that she had heard the weather for Burlington, VT. Temperatures in the fifties were expected. I know that that means people were pouring outside in shorts and tees to glory in the spring breezes. I will carry my sweater on the plane when I head back next Tuesday.
I am in the process of saying good-bye to friends and neighbors here--InStride volunteers, poetry group members, people from the yoga classes I have been taking, and people I have met from church. My next door neighbor, Gayle, left this morning. As I ride my bike around I see more and more places closed up. Seems like every day for the last two weeks are taken up with saying good-bye, stay well, see you next season.
I have made my list--all the little details of closing up the house. I don't have too much to pack. Florida clothes don't necessarily translate to VT summers, but what I do have to take is important. I have already had a dream about arriving at the airport without having printed out my flight information.
In the mean time, my calendar is already filling with VT activities. Soon I will be saying hello once again to family and friends in the north.
As it says on those tee shirts--life is good.