pavlovsdog

I love summer and it's almost over. Granted the summer "season" doesn't end until Labor Day, and officially Sept. 21st is the last day of summer, but it feels over for me. Even if it's not over it's in the process of wrapping up. I hate it when the days become noticeably shorter. It reminds me that winter is, slowly but surely, on the way. I love long summer days, and lazy evenings that linger forever. I love warm nights and cool breezes that combined usher one into one of perfect contentment as fireflies dance around and stars twinkle above. The worst part is I haven't had a chance to really enjoy summer yet. I've been swimming only once. I haven't been to the beach, or even out of town. I haven't gone camping. I have yet to go to a ball game. The summer of 2004 has been an uneventful one to say the least. I need to jump off a waterfall. To top it off, in one week it will be my birthday, which, from the time I was a kid, has become a signal that summer was over. It' always been the last thing I look forward to in summer, although I'm not really looking forward to this one, but I'll delve into that later. Now I have to go to bed because I have to work tomorrow.