Deep summer is how I'm referring to these last weeks of August. I just can't bring myself to think "end of summer". I'm not ready to let go, even as I sense fall is already in the air some days.
The fire flies of July are gone. Their disappearance went unnoticed at first, but now I realize I miss their crazy lights paths through the yard at night.
The sounds of a summer night are quieting down a bit too, but the crickets and frogs and last of the cicadas are still singing a summer song. As I write this I realize Summer has a sound all it's own and I'll miss it when the cold sets in. Here's to savoring Deep Summer.