That is just how it is. The summer has released the grip it’s had on me, on us, for some time. And when it is gone, it will never come back again. There will of course be new summers. At least I hope so. Think so. But this summer, with all that it had in its arms, will be gone. Forever.
It is not the first summer that leaves me but still I find it so very sad.
Because it was good. In many ways and for a short, but still long, time.
And this is where it all ended. In a world that was only blue. At 08.37, with this view, I got a phone call telling me about death. Nothing more, nothing less, just death. The summer ended with me losing someone very close. Someone that very much shaped me into who I have become. At least many of the parts that I like. Someone who was there for me, from the moment I was born until that day with this picture-perfect view. I think that she maybe waited until the end of it all, until the end of the summer. Just because she always thought about me and never ever wanted to interrupt anything that was going on in my life. At this moment there was not very much going on. Not much to interrupt. That was when she decided to leave.
I am thinking that I never wanted this summer to end.
And now it has.