At the Edge of the End of the Summer
The Summer is over. Students have started moving back into the college near our apartment (J and I have been looking through the discarded furniture on the medians and sides of the road for a nice desk to replace my nightstand).
I'm not ready for the summer to end. I haven't been to the beach yet. My heart is clinging to this idea of going down to the ocean, but I know that if I were to go now it would be cold and overcast. Sometimes cold and overcast is nice, though. A solitary beach all to myself, a refreshing fog rolling in over the water, mysterious shapes of bluffs outlined in the mist, cool blue and purple hues, I'm so there.
I'm not ready for the summer to end. I haven't been to the beach yet. My heart is clinging to this idea of going down to the ocean, but I know that if I were to go now it would be cold and overcast. Sometimes cold and overcast is nice, though. A solitary beach all to myself, a refreshing fog rolling in over the water, mysterious shapes of bluffs outlined in the mist, cool blue and purple hues, I'm so there.
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