When the summer's gone?
Morning found us calmly unaware
Noon burn gold into our hair
At night, we swim the laughin' sea
When summer's gone
Where will we be
Where will we be
Where will we be

~The Doors



No matter how many years have past the last week of August always feels like the end of summer to me. I've been out of school for about as long as I was in it but every year as Labour Day approaches I begin to mourn the end of summer holidays. I don't know if it's a nostalgia for my youth or if it's just my internal clock who after so many years still believes that my days of carefree fun end on that first week of Sept but I always feel a little sad when Labour Day rolls around.

I will be in Toronto and available after Sept.6. If you would like to spend a few hours with me please take a moment to introduce yourself and send me an email. I'll be happy to rediscover some of that summertime fun and look forward to staying out long past the time when the streetlights come on.


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