Janis Joplin - Summertime (Live Gröna Lund 1969)

Summer's Gone Again

No matter where I am the end of summer always seems a tad bit melancholy. I used to notice it much more in Virgina, always around August 17ish.....always late August, a cooler breeze, not as humid, back to school rushed madness, and flyers for boots and sweaters, while bathing suits and suntan lotions and colorful summer towels still littered the bathroom. All of this end of summer rush comes way to fast in my opinion, and the melancholy of the next long seven months, the Holiday craze, the cold weather, the grey sky,the bare trees and pending snow and rain just leaves me feeling sad. I love you summer. Always have, always will. Ever since the days of Claytor Lake...red coolers loaded down with ice and cold Cokes, brown bags loaded with chili hotdogs we picked up at FoodTime on the way to the lake. The juke box by the the concession stand was always playing a good song, maybe Prince's "Little Red Corvette" or "Hound Dog", one that mom would call an oldie but a goodie making my me and my kid sister wonder how old mom really was and never comprehending that someday in the future we would be 31....thinking we would be young forever having summer fun.