The white “Z”s on my otherwise brownish feet, flash brightly at me in the shower. There are calluses and a tan where the body has adjusted to the summer activity. Raw spots where a little grit got in and ground its way through set up a constant background whine. A craving for caffeine has taken up residence in my brain. I am a year older.
Birds are grouping up, getting as many calories on board as they can before they set off for the south. Fishermen can be seen bouncing from one foot to the other as they anxiously wait for the second coming of the Stripers. Summer people are frenetically grabbing every bit of relaxation they can get their hands on before they head back home.
It is August and the mad dash for fall is in full swing.