School started last Monday. The night before, our family went down for a leisurely stroll along the river. The sunset was fabulous, people were lounging on the pier, boats slowly passed, birds glided over the water. It was the kind of moment you want to last forever. But the next thing you know, it's 5:30 am and everyone is jockeying for time in the bathroom, making lunches, searching for lost shoes... And there goes summer.
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You can always tell when an educator writes. The end of summer is when school starts--even if it's August 1. Oh, what would it feel like not to be an educator and actually go by the real seasons?
By the way...beautiful "fall" sunset.
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