This is it. The end of Summer. Its the last day of August and the new school year begins again on Monday. The sun already seems that bit further away in the sky, the mornings and evenings are feeling crisp and even though we still leave our window open at night, it is making me snuggle deep into my duvet. I like Autumn well enough, especially the colours and those days with gentle misty mornings and bright afternoons. I know there is plenty to look forward to. But I still mourn for summer each time it goes. I love its heat and brightness, I love going swimming in the fresh air and drying off on warm rocks, I love evenings outside and sitting quietly eating my breakfast in the sunshine. I love the adventures, exploring new towns and cities, spending time in France. This summer has felt pretty special. I’ve felt content and happy in a way I haven’t in a long time. I’ve enjoyed where I live and spending time with good people; despite not really doing much in particular, it has felt full of life. Anyway, I’m saying a very fond farewell to summer and hoping it doesn’t take as long to come around again next year… But until then, I’ll be here, daydreaming of summer days.