Every moment outside when summer ends is a gift. I hang on tight. I listen to the crickets. I often think of E.B. White when he wrote “Charlotte’s Web.” He knew how precious those last days of summer are. He payed attention.
Tonight was one of those last summer nights.
Baseball was on the radio. Crickets were chirping. The air was still and warm. The sky was an art show. The world was whispering and smiling as it darkened. It was a wonder.
Somehow I know E.B. White felt the same way on a late summer evening.
When something ends, there is a new beginning. Summer is ending, yet children start school next week, and I start reading aloud “Charlotte’s Web” that very same day. Yes, on ‘day one’. Life is good.
~Every ending is really just a new beginning.~