The End of Summer
Big lake, little fallen leaf. The end of summer brings the fallen to the forefront. It brings an end to swims in the lake. The wandering, wander more carefree and aimlessly, yet reflect on the previous season’s grandeur. The end is not an end, but a new beginning and signals transformation of things to come. The leaf traveled on its way, turning in the gentle breeze.
It goes on its way, turning on occasion to see from where it came.
A little beetle flies that you can barely see, and makes those last summer stops before the weather turns, all with the big blue and green lake as a scenic backdrop.