The Last Day of Summer

Was yesterday. Here's some of the gorgeous beauty found on my ride on that final sunny-season day

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.

~ John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America

The sun did not rise, it overflowed.
~Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine 

We know that in September, we will wander through the warm winds of summer's wreckage. We will welcome summer's ghost.
~Henry Rollins

One must maintain a little bit of summer, even in the middle of winter.
~Henry David Thoreau

There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!
~Percy Bysshe Shelley

But then fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.
~Stephen King, Salem's Lot 

Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.
~Dr. Seuss