A strange summer: gentle weather, cool nights, breezy days. Windows wide open. But it always has to come to an end. The heat will probably return just as I return for another school year. Tomorrow, the lightness of summer gives way to the heaviness of lessons, papers, grading. Days will gradually darken. Instead of mornings with a pot of tea, I shall leave early and get home late. But in my mind, I will still be floating in water at the sea. Always.