day at the seashore
I came across this poem (posted below) today which reminded me of the calming lap of the water, and reminded me too, that summer has seen it's glories and fall is stealthily sneaking in with nights like tonight--47 degrees Farenheit. So long, sweet summer.
"Long Island Sound"
I see it as it looked one afternoon In August,—by a fresh soft breeze o'erblown. The swiftness of the tide, the light thereon, A far-off sail, white as a crescent moon. The shining waters with pale currents strewn, The quiet fishing-smacks, the Eastern cove, The semi-circle of its dark, green grove. The luminous grasses, and the merry sun In the grave sky; the sparkle far and wide, Laughter of unseen children, cheerful chirp Of crickets, and low lisp of rippling tide, Light summer clouds fantastical as sleep Changing unnoted while I gazed thereon.
All these fair sounds and sights I made my own.~ Emma Lazarus