There is a palpable energy in the air in my small town – a feeling only locals can understand when we are within arms reach of getting our town back. The Labor Day Long Weekend is upon us and, for those who are fortunate enough to have today off, that means a three-day weekend. The multiple-lane highways that once allowed travelers to reach our vacation destinations in Muskoka are already becoming congested in the Southbound lanes and the stress levels of those trapped in their cars in slow-moving traffic is escalating exponentially.
But as the tension increases in those turtle-paced vehicles leaving our little piece of paradise, the stress in the minds of the locals slowly abates. Faces that have not been seen during the summer daylight hours slowly peek out of their windows, tentatively gauging the right time to emerge from their summer hibernation and engage in the life we left behind a few months ago.
The summer is over. We have survived the tumultuous invasion of a population that we graciously accept for two months, although their civility leaves much to be desired. We have overcome the barbarity of those who demand instead of ask, of those who expect instead of request.
And along with the manners of our city guests, my writing brain and my spare time to read have been held hostage but the window of those long-lost opportunities has finally been cracked open. The breath of rekindling those passions has been blown into the stale air that I have been breathing the last few months and the breeze of creativity has begun to churn the dead leaves in the corners of my mind. There really is light at the end of our summer tourism tunnel.
I hope you all had a great summer and I look forward to greeting the many faces, and blogs, I have missed over the last couple of months!