![]() They sprout secretly between the chapters of the year, covertly included between its pages. August has passed, and yet summer continues by force to grow.We need society and solitude, as we need summer and winter, day and night, exercise and rest.I wondered if that season would ever live inside of me. With all these lovely tokens of September, days are here, with summers best of weather and the autumns best of cheer.September was a thirty-day long goodbye to summer, to the season that left everybody both happy and weary of the warm, humid weather and the exhausting but thrilling adventures.It was that day when the end of summer intersects perfectly with the start of fall. To say it was a beautiful day would not begin to explain it.Everyone is very willing to say goodbye to summer, and honestly, I am not there yet.With a bit of sadness, I watch the colours of summer replaced by the palette of autumn.The end of summer has got me thinking about how weird and wonderful this year has been.Fall is around the corner…only a few more weeks of warm days on the water.Summer needs a speeding ticket because it's going too fast.This is not a goodbye, but a sea you real soon.You know it was a good summer when you’re extra sad it’s ending.August slipped away like a bottle of wine.Time to officially remember what day of the week it is. You can’t buy happiness, but you can buy ice cream on the beach!.Summer afternoon-summer afternoon to me, those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.Felt cute I might keep pretending it's summer until it's summer again.Summer, you are my fave hello and my hardest goodbye.Summer is over, time to officially remember what day of the week it is.Cause a little bit of summer is what the whole year is all about.Be grateful for good friends, hot sun, and clear water.Don’t worry, beach happy *insert wave emoticon*.Summertime is always the best of what might be.Let us dance in the sun, wearing wildflowers in our hair.The tans will fade, but the memories will last forever.They mean I'll miss you until we meet again. I might keep pretending it’s summer until it's summer again. ![]()
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