It was the shortest summer on record. A full 10 days shorter than any summer past. Science was at a lost to explain it. It started out blustery and ended in a gale. Frantic and forced and unrequited. So they huddled around their families and they hunched in their aloneness, finding solace in the moments in between. The fleeting sunbeams of summer have left us too early.
It was as though they all understood, this would be the last summer. The last carefree days, the last of the open air cafe. Everyone of them, all over the world they just knew. So they breathed it in and they ran down country roads; they ran to the oceans and to the fields and the festivals. They threw caution to the wind and they loved you with a fierceness unfettered.
Fall is on the way.