the last day of summer...

the fifth day of september. the summer is over. waking up on the tuesday after labour day, you could feel it. tangibly. the air was different. brought to mind a line from george jung (the guy who the movie blow was about), something to the effect of "it's the last day of summer, and i'm alone in the cold." something like that. a mild melancholy. a little bit of depression sinks in. is it really over? yup. amazing how you can go from summer to fall in an instant. in one sleep. i rode my bike around all day, searching for little bits of summer that might remain. the air. the water. people. me. all different. is it like this every year? it is, i'm told. my first (and only?) summer living here. small town. lake village. different life. it goes so fast. work. work. work. work. sleep. sleep. sleep. sleep. make more excuses and then go back to work. even the temperature changes in a day. amazing. maybe it knows. maybe they all do. an experience it's been. would i do it again? not sure. maybe. ask me again in eight months. am i glad i did it once? definitely. now i know. toronto. back there soon. a few weeks. it'll be different. the same. it's been a few years. four. five. not sure. montreal. london. and here. wow. time flies. i'll see you soon...