Last days of summer

I think the last few weeks of summer are some of my favorites. There usually tends to be a few chilly days of August where I think that's the last of it, so long its fall now and I morn a little. In the middle summer starts to feel like nothing but oppressive endless heat and dare I say kind of slow and dull. But when it just goes before you've even said goodbye, no warning just clouds and long sleeves and I find myself longing for one last day of shorts and sunshine.

I always forget that summer likes to tease its way out and I'm always thrilled when it comes back for at least one last week of blistering heat that I'm suddenly so grateful for. I know that school has started up again, which kills some of the summer spirit, but I'm not about to let that stop me from getting every last drop of summer that's left. Even if that does mean wearing slightly inappropriate sundresses to class.