This year summer keeps on giving…
I want to tell you about something, but I’m not sure how.
It’s about summer’s passing.
It’s about the sun setting.
It’s about walking away from the beach, across the field, leaving summer behind.
It’s about feeling like summer is under my feet, reeling backward, faster and faster, with each step I take.
It’s about seeing my youth dragged along underneath it.
It’s about the sudden knowing that summer’s ending echoes my own.