A postcard to summer’s end

The last watermelons have ripened. The sun burns less hot. Evening comes sooner. Beaches ring with fewer childish shrieks. Sails furl. Tables empty. Floorboards creak like textbook spines—wait, that’s my memory playing tricks. Living in Turkey, the approach of the ninth month of the Roman calendar awakens dreams, not dread. I’m savoring the final days of summer … see you soon.