The end of summer. A depressing thought, but it's true. The rain has fallen almost every day this week, a stormy reminder that autumn is upon us. I think I'll miss summer, but I like the autumn rains (in small doses) and winters curled up by the fire, with a blanket and a book. Of course, every season has it's normalities. Summers with shorts and sunglasses, springs with jeans and jokes. Autumn rains and running for the bus, winters of snow and sleepiness. But I'll miss this summer especially, for reasons I don't know right now. Oh well, bye Summer.