October 1, 2006
I wake up and take my dog to the park. It's the first time since I came back from the long trip, and we're both looking forward to it. On the way, I notice that some houses have had their front yards cleaned up; another has a freshly-painted door; a yard sale indicates an impending move; a sold sign is on another house. The flowers are fading as the seasons change. It's the melancholy, back to school feeling you never quite outgrow. Seeing the doors to the swimming pool in the park all boarded up just confirms it: summer's over.