Lots of Peas

hese late summer days are beautiful . . . The bittersweet taste of long passed cuisine
lingers still in my mouth. These foods that were intertwined with the late nights and music, the
good times. I long for those days, even though that final light is still lit on summer’s calendar.
This final light hints at the impending doom lying beyond in darkness. But it also hints at the
birth of a new era in my life. “They are not long the days of wine and roses . . . ,” Ernest Dawson
noted. These days are not long for a reason. Summer like a good movie, must always end. Even
though Labor Day whispers the end of rest and relaxation, it ushers in a better vacation - school.
School is the time where I may catch up with long overdue gossip, make new everlasting
friendships at the first class on the first day of school, and shatter old ones through the gossip
shed over the summer months. That final day in summer also reveals the responsibilities that life
has in store. That ...