Until we meet again, summer. Until we meet again.

Last night, I asked Mr Bunches what playground the three of us should go to.  He picked the playground in back of their school, where they'll start 3rd grade this year.
It's been 60 degrees each day this week, and cloudy.  There are only 130 hours left until September 1. People on the radio are talking about football, and the shadows have that look they get when the days get shorter.



Summer is over.