Summer's End

It kills me to admit it, but the summer is nearly over for us. The briefest of seasons in Chicago, summer this year was especially liberating for us. We camped, we drove, we rode horses. I am not ready to say goodbye to all that yet. So now we're heading to a cabin on a lake, for a little more sunshine and swimming. I hope it lasts forever.
(Phyllis Sussman, The Beach)