Summer's Almost Gone . . .

What is it about vacation winding down and work looming on the very near horizon, like tomorrow, that creates such a sense of wistful longing for a Summer that could continue forever, those long days on the water, ending up perhaps spread on a beach cloth for a late afternoon read in a good book while glancing around at other beach life ? Such is life, all things must come to pass. This colorful cloth with no one on it summed it up for me . . .
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And for some reason this piano instrumental piece from George Winston seemed to convey the mood I'm in this evening even better than the Door's original recording . . .
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