The moon is rising, and the stars begin to show there brilliance as the final day of summer is coming to a close. I look and see the sun showing its last spark of light reflected on the clouds in hues of pink and orange. The last cicada creeps into its borough as the first grasshopper sings its tune. All this and more as I walk back to my home viewing it all in both sadness and delight. For tomorrow I wake to a new dawn where the days are spent in a cage of logic and nights on the clouds of dreams. So I look to this last hour of summer and remember the good times I had just two weeks before and on. I shall treasure them forever until the next summer when I go back to the nexus of my imagination. By Nathan
