Neighbors pick blackberries at night.
The island empties.
Calm water.
Puppies wrestle in bed--the sun already set.
Shorts and long-sleeves.
Green tomatoes.
Almost orange pumpkins.
Clean, store, nest.
Last minute barefoot treks on the grass.
Frisbee and bubbles put away.
Settling into new routines.
Nothing really happened this year, except everything.
Ready for change.
So long, Sweet Summer.