Endless Summer
As a child, the end of summer always meant the return to organized education - teachers, homework and scheduled hours. Soon gone would be the days of backyard forts, sand castles and extended bedtimes. Now, my thoughts go directly to the harsh reality of winter weather. As a native Californian, I am still not used to snowy commutes even after 10 years... And though we can't bargain for more, thoughts of halcyon days where daylight seemed never ending will linger in my mind until they once again return next year. So with the last "unofficial" summer weekend approaching, I look forward to lazy mornings, copious amounts of rose wine and (hopefully) balmy evenings.
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