As the leaves start their autumnal procession (suddenly, shockingly beginning to change colors just in time to greet September) I am motivated by the urge to grasp every last moment of summer. Grilling, dips in the lake, sailing, walking under umbrellas of greenery, making fresh summer-things salads... These will all too soon seem a distant, shaded memory replaced with candlelight and rain, puddles, and piles of crispy leaves.
Have we come this far? Will I survive until next summer without bare feet or a sun-kissed nose? I'm not ready, I tell you.
Grace, the sun will kiss your nose in Puerto Rico in December. See you there! I'll be wearing a sun hat.
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