Here I am clutching on to summer, as I wearing my shorts and tank top.
Last night, the perfect night . Standing on the corner of 81st and Central Park West, a cool breeze chilled my face. The smell of dank leaves and wet wood intoxicated my body, and in that moment summer was lost to the euphoria of fall. A love lust ended in one fell swoop, and all those memories of perfect autumn days and nights come back like a long lost lover.
Tu es ma joie de vivre.
I had almost forgotten how much joy fall brings to my heart and soul.
The summer ends
And we wonder who we are
And there you go, my friends
With your boxes in your car
End of the Summer -Dar Williams