The Last Days of Summer

Laying face up on the lawn. Arms behind my head, I gaze at the clouds above. Memorizing the way the ground beneath me is cool, the way the freshly cut grass feels smashed underneath the weight of my body. The way the breeze made the slight beating of the sun bearable enough to leave you sunning in perfect contentedness. Closing my eyes I remember a song and I let it play softly and soothingly in my head. Sighing I open my eyes and play shapes with the clouds, dozens of shapes drift by me. The birds chirp merrily as they go about and do whatever it is that birds like to do. The mixture of the cool breeze and the warm sun makes my lids feel heavy and I let the drift down and close. These are all the signs that the summer is finally over. No more warm summer drives to the beach with the top down, without a care in the world. No more Emerald Isle trips in the dead of night for the hell of it. No longer can I open my bedroom window to listen to the raindrops to fall asleep to. Its now back to the cold weather, falling leaves, Halloween around the corner followed by Thanksgiving with Christmas following closely behind. The wind blows softly and the first leaf of fall detaches itself from its branch and floats softly down to the ground. I watch it sway back and forth, spinning, and spiraling slowly down to rest on the ground. With a sigh, I pick myself up, brush the dirt off of my pants and slowly make my way to the porch. I reach for the doorknob and turn to look over my shoulder one more time, just to memorize the way the sun was playing softly through the trees, the way the wind moved softly through the number of lawns and dragging the scent of the approaching dusk closely behind it. With one more sigh I turn and open the door and go inside. ::door closes:: ::music plays softly::