where are you?

summer? where did you go? it seems that we left town for just a few days. just a few simple days. and you left, too.

why? why oh why? i wasn't ready for you to say goodbye. to just up and leave like that. my flip flops aren't ready to be packed away. my flowers aren't ready to say goodbye. my littles aren't ready to be bundled up. i don't want to wear socks yet and hats and mittens and coats and sweaters for that matter. i don't want to shiver and shake and be cold all the time.

couldn't you have bought off mother nature for a few more weeks? bought us some more time together?

it seems i write to you like this every year. and every year it's the same old answer.

maybe you'll come back around for one last weekend of fun. i can only hope.