I’m not typically one to wax nostalgic about the end of summer. I welcome fall’s cooler, clearer days and the natural cycle of putting the gardens to bed for the winter.
Until I come across a picture like this, taken less than two weeks ago on the shore of a Canadian lake in Quebec Province.
Seems like a year . . .
Life changes fast. One minute it’s summertime blues and the whisper of cattail rushes. The next, you’re dozing at the bedside of a loved one, tuned to the blips and beeps of an I.V. machine and speaking a new tongue with intimate strangers in surgical blues.
Things are improving little by little, but you can’t blame me for yearning for the sweet summertime abandon I felt when I snapped this photo.
So long, summer sass.