Ah, summer seems to be just chugging along. It seems after August 1, it starts to rush by far too quickly. As a kid, I dreaded the coming of Labour Day. After all, we were at the summer cottage, and there was nothing better than goofing off on the beach all summer long. The end of summer loomed like a giant boulder rolling my way, and there was no way of avoiding it. There were no sadder faces on the planet than my sister and I when we pulled away in the family vehicle saying goodbye to another hot season full of memories and good times in order to head back to school and the dreaded winter. 

Summer is sweet. It is like a pretty girl that you just want to kiss over and over again. Or a super cute guy that you want to fall in his arms.

Summer is like your absolute favourite food. Your taste buds anticipate that first bite, your mouth is watering, craving the pleasure it is going to experience. 

Summer is a video of some of the best times of your life that exists in your memory banks that time might warp, but can’t erase.

Summer is an annual friend that you share adventures with, and laughs with, and good times. Then, on Labour Day, you wave goodbye to them and they walk away fading into the sunset.

Summer is slowly fading away.