8/26/12

Summer's end.

This weekend we were back in Connecticut celebrating husband's birthday with family. At the end of August, our hometown is beautiful - the cicadas sing at night and into early morning, the weather is slowly making its transition to autumn, and school buses weave familiar patterns along side streets, picking up the kids who were so young when I last saw them. Babies, really. Which always makes me a little sad. A little nostalgic. A little surprised by the passage of time. We're all in it - the whirlwind of change that reminds me, in quiet late-August moments, that some of the past is still very much alive in our present.

1 comment:

  1. aw that made me sad :(
    What kind of cake is that?

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