Quietly as if we would not notice,
School has started,
A red leaf here and there,
Cool evenings make us sleep better and forget.
The memory of summer is already getting foggy,
Soon to be a distant memory,
Do you remember the last dive into the lake from summers past?
I want to remember it all,
the first,
the last,
and all those dives inbetween.
I strain to remember,
even as it fades into past
