“Spring brightly traveling, summer half awake,
Here the afternoon city plays at being
A dream of summer’s: gaiety in repose,
Lazily festive as poster holidays,
– from “Urban Pastoral” by Babette Deutsch
If every end is also a beginning, then my lovely youngest daughter is at that junction between twelfth grade and the rest of her life. The end of high school is the beginning of university. The end of adolescence is the beginning of adulthood. And I couldn’t be more proud of the wonderful young woman who I see before me.
Life at this moment feels like a breath being held. The space between the inhale and the exhale, when the world lies suspended, and anything might happen. The last of the exams have been written, the prom has been attended, a summer working at camp awaits. And now, when the world lies between inhale and exhale, when the summer is half awake, when school is done and the summer job not quite begun, I am happy for every moment.