After a comment by a grocery chain employee that the time to wear shorts has ended, my philosophy on when summer ends solidified.
The season of swimming, sno-cones, and sunshine ends on my birthday. By this time I can accept reality that I have to wear pants.
Truthfully, the idea of this brings me to tears. Some cry when ya take the tree down, for me it's when another summer is gone. Did I waste my time of tropics? Is summer the childish season whereas winter was meant for adults?
*image from Jaunted.com
