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Summer always feels endless until it suddenly ends. For kids, there is no greater tragedy than summer’s end. February is the Monday of months. It’s back to school, back to work and back to the city. It means goodbye to all the lush and gaudy greens of the countryside and a return to the sober monochromes of the city. Summer memories will be distilled to sketchy highlights and photos downloaded to rarely visited computer folders.
The last drive home has a special melancholy. The roads and landscapes that had grown so familiar slip past for the last time, turning into memories before your eyes. It will all feel a million miles away the moment you get home, and yet there it is flickering past your window, a stream of instant nostalgia
— Jeff Scher, http://scher.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/08/31/summer-retreat/ (via -coloursandcarousels)
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