In the golden light of a summer twilight, I walked home the other evening. It was warm and the air perfectly still. The cerulean sky, white billowy clouds and rose colored sunset made it seem like a Maxfield Parrish illustration.
With jacket over my shoulder, I strolled along. Passing a bus stop, I saw a faded poster for Fourth of July fireworks at a local park. It was hard to imagine that was weeks ago and now it’s the middle of August. A little farther on, I saw an out-of-date poster for Shakespeare on the Common, that too ended several weeks ago.
What a difference six months makes. It seemed like ages ago we struggled under the weight of a record snowfall.
I don’t want to think we are halfway through summer and another winter approaches. Not now, not on a beautiful summers evening.
What a difference six months make.
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