The old summer’s-end melancholy nips at my heels. There’s no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come the onset of September; yet still, I feel the old trepidation Related Posts:There is the touch of November in the air, chill…A comfortable old age is the reward of a well spent…Summer was on the way Jem & I awaited it with…In many ways, September feels like the busiest time…
