Here it is, the closing hours of Labor day, the unofficial end of summer.
It's always a bittersweet time for me, seeing the yearly wonders summer brings coming to an end.
In days the local beach will be closed.
The boating season may well run for another month or so, but it won't be the same. No one will be anchoring to do some swimming. Boats won't be towing waterskiers, wakeboards, or tubes behind them.
Many of the waterfront eateries and amusements will be shutting down during the weekdays and not long from now will be closed until next summer. And not long after that the diehard boaters (like me) will be pulling our boats from the water and getting them ready for winter storage.
Another summer will fade away, to live on only in our memories. It is these that will sustain us through the coming winter, reliving some of the great moments of this wonderful summer.
And as always happens this weekend, Don Henley's Boys Of Summer runs through my mind, with almost every line evoking the very feelings the end of summer entails.
It's been a great summer, one of the best in a long time. It only ended too soon for many of us.
