The end of those warm Summer days is often nostalgic. Like waving farewell to those fleeting days of childhood. Carefree adventures of diving into ocean waves, sticky fingers from melting ice cream, bare feet running through the grass, or sun-kissed cheeks smooshed against the couch cushion while falling asleep well past bedtime in the clothes from the day. The golden days of life, when things are simple, sunny, and never short of memorable.
There’s a sudden urge to hold on to those moments just a little bit longer, which is met with a chilly breeze from the imminent season change. Each evening the sun sets a little earlier, calling in the bliss of childhood that much sooner each day, until suddenly, the evening is no longer an enchanted grove of chirping crickets, but a lulling cool bringing a hush over the land.
It’s a quiet shift into Autumn, undetectable until it’s already wrapped its sleepy stillness around the world. There is a moment, small, but a moment nonetheless, that holds both Summer and Autumn in its grasp. When the sun melts away the cold, and the cool brushes off the incessant heat and a spell is cast that captures that nostalgia as if frozen in time.
In that moment, the pulse of ocean waves beats against the rocky beach, the call of distant seagulls screaming in the wind, sundrops falling from heaven and melting onto sunburned cheeks, and the gentle breeze teases waving locks of hair. In that moment, Summer feels endless, preserved, and childhood takes its final dive into the depths of the sea, but only until next year when the splash of salt water once again awakens the soul of youthful good times.
Until next time,
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