To me, it embraces the beautiful reluctance of letting go the final carefree days of summer.
In late summer, the hibiscus blooms in my garden. One plant bursts with blood-red trumpet-shaped petals of pleasure; another bears alabaster petals of innocence. Both signal the end of one harmonious cycle and the birth of another.
What will I miss most about summer?
- I will miss nature’s sweet perfume buoyant on the hazy air.
- I will miss brilliant, slow days full of dreams.
- I will miss fireflies flash dancing at twilight.
- I will miss winged creatures ascending into a moon-cooled sky.
- I will miss barefoot boys, blindly rolling their lanky bodies down a grassy knoll in fits of giggles.
Today, I will cherish the last sip of summer.
What will you miss about summer?
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