Hustling. The oceanfront moves like little ants on a hive. Labor Day Weekend.
Laughter fills the air, little kids and families swirl around in the waves and enjoy their last week of summer vacation. Swimmies are inflated, the dolphins still play in the surf and the umbrellas float down the beach. The air is hot, but yet there is a crisp and fresh taste about it. Fall is on the way.
Watching overtop my balcony rail, the sun slipping behind the hotel roof. I wonder how many people will go to sleep tonight thinking that this is the end of the fun, the end of the summer. Truth is, this is not the end. It is just the beginning, the beginning of a new season; a change of pace; a chance for a new beginning.
– A Sandy Summer Dreamer