Absurd Intellectual

Sigh.

The weather is getter cooler. The days are getting shorter. Soon, classes will be back in session — and that, my friends — is the surest sign that summer has come to an end.

With that return to school, students will mourn the passing of another season, as is well known and often commented upon. But what, I ask you, of the various teachers, professor and instructors? What of them?

Yes, they too will gaze wistfully into the rearview mirror of time and see the glorious summer fading into the distance. For me, not least of all, because I will once again need to shave on a regular basis.

Oh, summer! How I love your long, hot days as the sun’s rays beat down upon my rough, be-stubbled face. How the gentle rain’s moisture clings to my chin long after the skies have cleared….

This weekend, readers, my face will be shorn of its summer growth. And I will, once again, mourn its passing.

For comfort, however, I will turn to The Beardly and ruminate about beards until summer rises again on the far side of winter.