End of Days

Today is officially the last day of my last summer. Tomorrow I have my last first day of school. I know that there will be other summers; I know that it will get hot again and that the air will hang languidly above New York. There may even be other summers when I won't have to work and spend the whole day by the pool, but they won't be the same. Summer is a break from reality, but once you pass into adulthood there is no break anymore.