The only sad thing about summer is that it ends. Then, as if a previous season never existed, a new one begins. Still there is a time of transition; of change, where two seasons coexist. Warm days dwindle and a cooler night wind promises an inevitable shift in feeling, in energy.
As we prepare for the shifts in time, temperature, and seasons, we slip away, one last time, to the banks of familiar water, eager to soak up the last bit of summer sun. Because when summer ends, fall begins.