As all things end, so my summer has become a soft breath in a darkened room.

No one is speaking but we are all aware of the passing of time. Rather we are aware of the end of a portion of time. Like the passing of a freight train summer has struck and rumbled like thunder and now the last lantern is diminishing as the train passes to a terminus unknown somewhere in the distance. We are once again in silence. Before you take the last breath of soft summer air remember this. The death of summer has come first for me! I am here on a Wednesday in August. I am going to meetings and listening to motivational speakers and I am mourning for the days I did nothing but watch Netflix and eat pancakes at noon in my pajamas. So live! Live your summer! I have fallen too soon, but you still have a week! Live so that my sacrifice will have meaning! And so it begins.