In August, summer yawns. The leaves are tired — as freckled by the sun as my daughter’s nose and cheeks. We try to ring summer out like a wet beach towel — squeezing as much from these final warm days as we can.
In August, summer yawns. The leaves are tired — as freckled by the sun as my daughter’s nose and cheeks. We try to ring summer out like a wet beach towel — squeezing as much from these final warm days as we can.