The neighborhood pool is closing as children return
to school. I bike around town and notice that the tourists are leaving (they'll
be back soon: SA is best when the heat has broken) and it is quiet and still on
city streets.
I attended a fun end-of-summer party recently in which we all brought five pictures from recent travels and told one story. It could have turned out a bit too twee, but it didn't: It was a fun evening. It helped that the travelers, instead of smug, were passionate about travel. They were genuinely curious about other people's experiences. People told stories about camping in Colorado, about a teaching gig in Budapest, about a bicycle ride outside of Amsterdam. It was a take on "What I did on my Summer Vacation," but with wine.
I attended a fun end-of-summer party recently in which we all brought five pictures from recent travels and told one story. It could have turned out a bit too twee, but it didn't: It was a fun evening. It helped that the travelers, instead of smug, were passionate about travel. They were genuinely curious about other people's experiences. People told stories about camping in Colorado, about a teaching gig in Budapest, about a bicycle ride outside of Amsterdam. It was a take on "What I did on my Summer Vacation," but with wine.
I'm reading Italian writer Elena Ferrante's trilogy
"Neapolitan Novels" which includes My Brilliant Friend
and The Story of a New Name, and I am awaiting Europa's translation
of her third, Storia di chi fugge e di chi
resta,
perfect for long afternoons. Her novel The Days of Abandonment is like scalding
water. And I just finished Haruki
Marakami's new book, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and his Years of Pilgrimage. I don't want to get up off the
couch. 
Tea dresses are what I'm thinking about now, maybe
because they are a great transition dress. My favorite is a navy cotton
with teeny white flowers scattered about and buttons down the bodice that I
thrifted a couple of years ago. I wear it with my Saltwater sandals or Supergas in the
summer and then with skinny flats and a vintage cardigan - '50s, embellished
with a scattering of seed pearls- as the weather cools. In the winter I'll wear it with
nubby tights, ankle boots, and a thick pullover or a shrunken Pendleton wool blazer. For a funkier vibe when I'm feeling it, I'll wear a pair of Dansko strapped shoes or clogs. This dress is one of the most versatile
things I own. 
I'm wearing it barefoot now, and I'm feeling sleepy
in the hottest part of the day, as I stayed up late last night, sitting on the veranda with
friends drinking whisky, neat. I adjust the wood blinds, and take to my sun
dried sheets with a plate of cold melon slices, a book (and a lover) for a
siesta and luxuriate in these last days before we wake again to the fall!
Goodbye
summer's golden days! It all went by so quickly, didn't it?
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