The chill in the air

Summer is my absolute favourite season. I wait all year for those long days and short nights, for the heat, the dresses, the holidays, the meals in the garden, the paddling pools, the lollies. The end of summer is something I am always in denial about; not until the trees are nude do I concede that the season might have changed and winter is on its way. Again. As the days lengthened in April, we celebrated each glorious lavender sunset (courtesy of the Icelandic volcano) by going to our local park. We jumped down the hill in sheer delight. Because we could. Because we wanted to. Because summer was starting.

And as we sensed we were heading into the final days of summer, we visited the park again, trying to recapture some of those moments. Instead, perhaps because of the chill in the air, perhaps because we could, perhaps because we wanted to, we lay on the grass and looked at the clouds, lit up by the sunset. We talked about autumn and made plans for cosy nights indoors and the snowmen we would build.

I chose Erika's picture because it symbolised her personal farewell to summer in such a simple but effective way. And I loved her words as she said good-bye to all the things that made Summer for her.

Good-bye to summer.
Good-bye to lazy 365 days. Care at least 50% of the time.
Good-bye to long days.
Good-bye to humidity.
Good-bye to the flip-flops.

51: 365 by {.erika.}