The end of summer always brings me sadness — and I mean that quite literally, since I suffer from the mood disorder SAD (seasonal affective disorder) that always sets in around late August and usually sticks around until sometime in late January or early February, when the days start to become noticeably longer.
It seems incongruous to me that it is still so swelteringly hot (we hit 90 degrees F today) and yet signs of fall are everywhere: Halloween (and even Thanksgiving and Christmas) products and decorations in the stores, kids going back to school, the presence of school buses on the roads when I drive to work in the morning, a few falling leaves here and there, and that tired, wilted, look the trees and shrubs get before they begin to turn their fall colors (around here, that usually means dingy brown). And, of course, the dreaded Pumpkin Spice Everything.
Another sign that summer is at its end is the closing of public swimming pools. Even though it’s still as hot as the inside of a locked car in Miami, the municipal pool has closed its doors until next Memorial Day. I found that out when I drove over there this afternoon, hoping to enjoy a quick cool down in the water. Instead of the welcome sight and sounds of people splashing happily in the refreshing turquoise water and the occasional whistle from the lifeguard, what I found instead was a completely abandoned concrete building guarding the pool, which was half-drained so whatever water was left looked as refreshing as thick green pond scum. The surrounding chain link fence with its rusty Master locks keeping the gates closed completed the desolate look. The fact I was sweating balls under the blistering sun and the sky was a deep bright summer blue dotted with fluffy cumulus clouds made the sight seem even sadder somehow.
There was also not one person in sight.
I took a few photos so my visit there wouldn’t be a total waste of time.