Wake me up when September ends

A small but fresh breeze makes me put on my turtleneck sweater that I brought along. An half empty glass of beer and my laptop computer sit on the garden table in front of me. Now and then I lean back in the matt white plastic chair and concentrate on the late summer's atmosphere:  the pastel-colored sky, the light smell of BBQ, the sound of a few crickets chirping and the occasional crowing of birds -- left, right and already far away.

There is no doubt that the summer that hasn't really been there for me is coming to an end. A weak feeling of sadness rises up as I realize that it's been almost a year since my last blog post. I'm telling myself that it surely must have been the amount of work rather than the lack of exciting things that kept me from writing.

Outside I try to enjoy the last signs of summer. But it's already dark now at 8PM and it's getting cold. I quickly  finish what's left of my beer before I go inside.