At the marina the lights kept shifting blue and green and rose, reminding me so much of the movie Blue Velvet. The event — an artisanal brewery’s Thursday night drinks kind of thing — went on longer than scheduled; it was the last one of the summer, and you had the sense that people were soaking up the last bits of summer as long as possible. We drank by the waterside and then went for a boat ride on the river. It was peaceful in the growing twilight.
Myself, I am and have always been a fan of fall. This has been one of the happiest summers of my life, but I can’t wait for apple orchards and hot cider, freshly made donuts and riding horses in a crisp wind. I can’t wait for boots and tights with short skirts, bundling up in sweaters and burrowing under the covers. But I understand why people love summer now, and I will miss the sense of ease and relaxation permeating the days and evenings.
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