“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”

A good friend of mine mentioned earlier in general conversation, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times." That started to get me thinking, and reflecting for that matter. Ive done a lot this summer. Ive traveled to areas I had not been to prior, saw things I may never have the chance to again, experienced emotions and situations unfamiliar to me, and most importantly I learned something new everyday. I have filled my summer with enough adventure and adrenaline to satisfy even the most hungry connoisseur, yet, tonight, my last night of summer, I have chosen to make one of the most tame nights that I have ever endured. Why is that? I spent my last moments on a swing, with a dear friend, and yet, I have no regrets. I wouldnt have rather opted for a social gathering. I am completely content with lightly dragging my toes beneath a swing bench as we sway ever so gentle and slice through the still air.

Im happy with how my summer turned out.