Starting to say goodbye to Summer

Stop. Remember this moment. Summer has peaked. We’re about to descend down its slope, quickly. Halloween is already in the stores. We’ll pass through September, transitioning into the swift sweep of Thanksgiving and into Christmas and 2011. And repeat.

But now, stop. Commit the clam behind your knees to memory, the sticky layer on your skin, the bright pink watermelon, the lone sheet grazing you in bed, flapping with the fan. Soon, after a quick Fall, you’ll be in winter, convinced of the impossibilty of it ever being anything but cold. Convinced the day light will never carry on past 6 p.m. again. Convinced Summer’ll never return.

And when you’re there, hibernating in the deep winter, think of the bright fresh foods. Rooftops. The city in front of a hazy sky. What your friends look like underneath their outer winter layers. Think the colors of summer–on your plate and in your cheeks. And begin preparations to find even more to remember next time.
Photos from CandyPenny‘s Boerum Hill penthouse taco night