Tagged: summer
next year, next year…
Our vacation ended the summer this year. The days by the ocean were cool, the surf against the humidity. I waited for the end of summer feeling but it never really came. Not because the nights were still too warm and the morning sun still too hot but because for me there was no change.
And that’s how time slips away. when changes mean less and finally, with distinction, your memories can play like moving pictures instead of still frames, the way the grass moves in the wind.
