Summer's Swan Song

The first of October flamed and they ran late afternoon to the coast, happy to have a last chance to laze in the sun.  The coastline had shed its gentle furrows and a storm riven shelf was hewn into the pebbles.  They sat high, watching and listening, engulfed in the warm air. 

The sea lurching from wild and confused to slow and languid. 

Salty foam on amber jewels.   

The little ones found a majestic wooden sea monster.  They sent it back to the water and watched it drawing back and reaching out, pulled from sheltered shore to a lair in the swirling, bubbling depths of the ocean. 

 They regaled tales of piracy and swashbuckling.

She too was lost in reverie, fancifully musing on what could be … may be. 

Sewing in the sun, softly plumping hearts for pretty ladies to pin sparkly brooches.   Soft washed linen and crocheted lace

He was thinking of autumnal fare … pumpkins and pies. 

With dear friends they shared the summer’s parting gift, enjoyed food, wine and felt glad … that they were all there, together, feeling very small in a big world.

Hungarian Cake to share

The brightness dimmed and fires burned.  A sharp pointed moon beamed a path across the sea, beckoning.  Fishermen silhouetted in the sunset, casting lines.

 

Cold fingers of breezy air started to pinch, blankets of wool losing their battle against the evening’s onset, sending them home. 

They said farewell to their simple escape, their shared secret.  When they return it will be to a harsher place, a different view, a colder breath, until summer’s return.