The year is like the tide, coming in with the first streaks of dawn on January 1st, and then slowly receding, pulling our hearts along as the waves do the sand, never to return the same again. I'm so nostalgic about summer. It seems like it just pushed it's foot in the door, now it's walking out without a backward glance, disappearing in the journals, photographs and memories of the past. Or maybe we're the ones walking out, looking behind us all the way. It's been good. Quiet, simple, complicated, dizzying, confusing, calming, reassuring, but still good. Oh, how good.