Summer, glorious Summer, how I will miss you.
Your lingering sunsets and starry nights that fill me. Your balmy days healed the wounds of my soul and your bright blue horizon – that I spent many moments dreaming, endlessly dreaming into…
Soon, the leaves will turn, and in the spirit of giving it one last ‘hurrah’, they will imitate the hues of your blazing sunsets before fading away completely. The salty air will give way as well and soon we shall fill our lungs with the warm scent of pine, spices and firewood. The firebugs will burn out and the crickets will go to sleep. The nights will be quiet, and from my window, I will watch as the creek, that sparkles like a sea of diamonds under your spell, comes to a calming still.
In the spirit of bidding you a fine and hopefully brief farewell, I will blissfully embrace my final moments with you while enjoying this rich ice cream on a sultry September evening.