As I am writing this, a moose and her child are walking through our yard. This is the second time that moose have waited to show until the day after family members have returned to the Lower 48. In a sense, that's a solid metaphor for my summer: events seem to have happened in ways that are just off of my expectations--that doesn't mean worse, just different.
I didn't watch the many of the movies that I expected to, but I watched others instead. I still haven't managed to complete the Witcher 3, but I did finish the book series it is based upon. We never did pull out the kayaks, but I saw sea creatures (such as a humpback whale) that I had never directly seen before and I went to Whittier twice.
The important thing is, even if the summer felt a little off, it was still rejuvenating.