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I do not count the days of summer. Winter will get here eventually. The humidity will ease away and the days will shorten. Warm winds will give way to crisp, fresh breezes. The sun will slide into lower and lower progressions across the sky. As the summer slips away memories of its days will waft thru my mind. Some will no doubt keep me warm.

For now, I will keep my chin up and my resolve stoically entrenched. Making good memories is a task that can rarely disappoint. As mirages dance in the distance and dust scatters like errant thoughts, likewise memories are born. Each is a gem in its own right and each is deposited into the treasure chest of my mind. I’ll close that chest at the end of summer and somewhere along the dark days of winter any mere crack of the lid will release a flood of sparkling light.