With the approach of the New York State Fair, you can forgive many Central New Yorkers for beginning to think the end is near. The end of summer that is. YNN's Bill Carey has the sad story.
There is no magic moment that the season beats it end. Summer tends to fade away a shallow jaded friend. By now we see the signs, as the season slips away, few swimmers at the local lake “the past 2 weeks I’d say.” There are some folks, who won’t give up, come this way to play, relish every moment of each sunny summer day. They remember times when cold and snow has kept them all in side. “When this weathers gone it’s back to that,” we’re on a downhill slide. A boat is here, a boat is there. No crowded water ways. A sign of changing seasons counted not in months, but days. It’s a pattern we’d seen often, as we look around the town. We cling to summer moments but “things just start to shut down”. Perhaps it’s lasted long enough, this time of sun and bliss. Farewell, “the stress free summer that we’re all gonna miss.” The beaches now are empty as we return to status quo. The parks, no people present, are now for the, oh, you know. We checked our tees and sunglasses focused on changes coming no doubt. But it was time some people say “picnicked and a summered out”. Will Shakespeare said that summers lease hath all too short a date. And fall and then the winter, about to seal our fate. But there are still a few days we can sing a summer tune. And snow and cold and winter “doesn’t have to come too soon.” We will cling to the summer season, till the very end. It’s going fast but not gone yet. Bill Carey, YNN.