SummerSet

And so the waves once bringing to shore new opportunities now find themselves drifting back. The tides are turning. The wind know brings a chill. Jack Frost is waking up from quite a nap. The leaves once gorgeous and vibrant now are speckled with dashes of yellows and browns. Laughter turns to sadness. You see summer is ending. The freedom quickly given is now quickly taken. The sun is setting on the horizon. But with ever sunset is the promise of a new sunrise.