It's just this thing that seasons do
The end of summer always makes me very nostalgic and sad. I love fall and look forward to it, but when it's time for fall to come, I hesitate and look back. It's a strange feeling of loss. I know it's rooted in my childhood and leaving behind the safety and comfort of carefree summer and facing school and a lot of people, I'm not ready to see again.
Like everyone I feel the promise and excitement of school supplies, even decades after I last set foot in a school. New clothes, a new attitude... but I hesitate last minute. What if we could still play summer. Just pretend the warm weather has just started and that cool breeze at night is a just a short-lived cold front about to disappear in a few days... Summer lets me be. Fall makes me run.
Here's the rest of the vacation pictures... sigh.
