What is it about the last week of summer that brings such an ache to hold on to it all — the warmth, the sun, the air, the water, the languid pace.
Oh, summer! Oh, fleeting time!
What is it about the last week of summer that brings such an ache to hold on to it all — the warmth, the sun, the air, the water, the languid pace.
Oh, summer! Oh, fleeting time!