Late Summer’s beauty, like retreating youth, had lost its vibrant façade.  Weary and withered, she took to the proverbial stage for her final curtain call where sweet memories and moments lingered, before forfeiting the limelight altogether. August too conceded, and with it, any…

  The frothy, white clouds were whipped into stiff peaks by the restless, erratic winds.  Shards of sunlight pierced the spaces in between, flickering wildly upon the ground.  August had arrived, the seasonal lull, but she would bestow a dynamic landscape…

  The air was silken and blithe, with the ease and simplicity only a Summer’s night could construe.  The velvety, sapphire sky was studded here and there with flickering stars.  The earth had quieted, save for the rhythmic rise and…

  Like an over ripened tomato, Summer is beginning to rot on the vine.  The vibrant hues of the season have deepened and intensified, and like the brightest of stars, they have begun to burn and fizzle.  Summer has past her prime….

  A sole, brittle leaf tumbled down the street, scraping the pavement with each turn as it etched its way along with each, small utterance of wind.  The landscape was listless and life seemingly comatose as the despotic heat and humidity…

Their song, although rhythmic, could be thunderous at times as their voices rise and fall in perfect unison.  It’s a familiar song, one I’ve heard all my life, but if you’re not really listening, despite its decibel, you won’t hear it.  It’s the song of…

Change is, once again, in the air as Summer begins to wind down.  The lazy, languid days will slow to a trickle as the distant sound of rushing, shifting tides grows louder.  Fall is just a stone’s throw away, and while…

The long, languid days of Summer and the unfettered rhythm of the season will soon give way to the bustling, fractured schedule of school, and all its extra curricula.  Even though the calendar says otherwise, we all know that Summer is…