'A boat beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July --
Long had paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die.
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream --
Lingering in the golden gleam --
Life, what is it but a dream?'
I left the yoga studio after 8 tonight and it was already getting dark as I made my way home. Seems like it was just yesterday that the long summer days stretched out in front of me and late into the evening. Now summer is coming to an end, in more ways than one.
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