“The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.” ― Natalie Babbitt,
However, everyone still craves for summer to be longer than ever just before the autumn come. We missed the summer’s memories, even it’s warm and hot. There was tears, laughter but what we missed the most was the joy we have together. A painting for every one that fell in love with the summer.
Enjoy your very last bit of this summer before we say hi again next year!
Illustration | Angela Leong