I washed it away with the still warm water of Summer.
I had mixed feelings.
Ever since I was a child—the cool, bracing Fall has been my favorite season.
But as time has gone on, I find myself more reluctant to let go of the easier living of Summertime.
Of course, let go of it we will.
And the first brush of the new season still brings that familiar affection.
So what to do but take this time, and as much as can be managed—revel.
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