My earliest recollection is that dusk on the first Monday in September ended summer. A rite of passage occurs. I knew there would be no more trips to the beach or the picnics in park. I knew that dreams of summer would be put away until the mythical next year. The lazy carefree days would soon be replaced with homework, study, and research projects. Though we at times wish some things like summer last a little longer, we know that for summer to come again it must first end now. Movement is magical beyond understanding, “keep on moving forward”, the preacher exclaimed and all will come to pass.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Summer lease has all to short a date 2:
