Are always bittersweet.
The nights get a bit cooler. The days a bit shorter.
And other little signs that summer is coming to a close.
It’s a time of change. Of last bursts of growth. Of metamorphosis. Of harvesting. Of preparation.
There are parades and celebrations. Music and fireworks.
Summer does go out with a bang.
There’s always a sense of nostalgia.
A wish to have summer back with it’s endless warm lazy days.
It’s the feeling of summer we will miss. Like children on break from school. It seems to stretch out forever. But to adults it feels fleeting. We fill it up. Trying to squeeze every last drop of summer experiences in.
Like every season, time keeps moving forward. It is the cycle of the earth. It is the cycle of life.
We adapt and we get ready and we cherish…
The last days of summer.