the end of summer isn't always dictated by the calender.
i think there's one weekend every year that gives you the sense the summer is comming to an end. it's a little earlier in maine than it was in kansas but it usually happens in late august or early september. this year that weekend fell during a trip to the belgrade lakes area. we had some friends invite us up to spend the weekend with them and their family. the weekend was chill, a little boating, a little swimming and a lot of good conversation. it was a wonderful summer weekend but there was something in the air suggesting summer was nearly over. it was nothing negative... just the feeling you get as you near the end of a great vacation or chapter in a book. that chapter for me was a summer filled of exploring new places in maine, and learning to love this state more and more.