There Is A Special Kind Of Loneliness That Comes At The End Of Summer. Even As The Sun’s Warmth Lingers,

there is a special kind of loneliness that comes at the end of summer. even as the sun’s warmth lingers, there’s a quiet feeling that something has slipped away. like the last echo of laughter carried off by the wind. this time of year always brings a touch of sadness & melancholy but within that sadness, there’s also this strange comfort. a hope that despite the ending, new beginnings are just around the corner