From the end of August to a few days from now, one
piece of music sounds insistently in my mind: Chad and Jeremy’s lush and lovely
1964 hit, “A Summer Song.” Here, the end of a relationship is identified with
the end of a season: “They say that all good things must end someday,/Autumn
leaves must fall.” Even though the end of a summer love might hurt now, in time
it will leave a quiet glow: “I’ll think of summer days again/And dream of you.”
This past weekend, with the intolerable heat and
humidity having fled, I was reminded of why novelist Henry James told dear
friend Edith Wharton: “Summer afternoon—summer afternoon—I think that is the
most beautiful phrase in the language.”
On Saturday, I stopped by this creek in Piermont,
NY, and soaked up the smells, sounds and sights around me before it all became a
dream again….
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