This summer has been amazing. Its been slow, then fast. I equate its speed to the amount of fun we've had. And if not by time's hand, then so by the half crying and laughing I do almost every evening while I am in the tired haze that hits me once they're off to sleep. It is a moment of delusion and pride, and love is the nucleus.
The wind started to set in and the park was empty, nothing but space left for roaming mice and mosquitos. As we exited, the kids hopped on the chipping black iron gate locking their feet as I gradually swung it open. We squeezed out the last drops of summer, only seeds remain I'm sure. Farewell.