The End of the Summer

Liv reflects on her childhood as the seasons change

Photo by Ryan Loughlin on Unsplash

There’s a sadness to waking up and smelling autumn sometimes. I unzip the tent, which is damp with dew, and instead of the scent of the sun warming the ground, there’s that hint of chill. Of leaf mold and cold soil which won’t dry out again for 6 months. It’s not long now and I’ll have to give up our weekends away for another year, go back…