Looks Like My Summer vacation’s over.

The street lights blink on. A choir of joyful laughter suddenly turn to sorrowful moans, for they know what this means. In fact they’ve been dreading it since June. The youth of summer try desperately to challenge the authorities to stay out for JUST five more minutes, but their pleads go unheard. The end starts with clattering bikes, which their homes used to be the neighbor's front yard, now return to their rightful parking spot in the shed. The Super soakers join the bikes, as they get emptied out for the last time, just to be filled with spiders and cobwebs. Sidewalk chalk portraits and the sweet smell of chlorine and sunscreen get washed away to start a new, next year. And Just like that it’s over. Tomorrow the youth of summer will go back to school, with their heads filled with dreams of flashlight tag and fireflies… …. I watch from my bedroom window, remembering this same routine. That feeling of devastation, thinking that summer was our friend and cared about us, but really it played some cruel trick. When you grow up, you eventually figure out we were dreaming. Summer is a disappearing act. An illusion to make us believe for just a moment that magic can be real. All my prints are hand drawn 11x14. Printed on Acid free museum quality paper.--Unframed. They come in plastic slips along with a matte backing, and business cards. Free shipping. Looks like My Summer Vacations Over. The sun was setting casting a pink glow over a small town after my first craft show. Packing up I couldn't help but think about all the time and effort put into this show, I had stressed about this show since January. Managed to buy a tent a week ago, and figured out a way to hang frames with chicken wire, all within 3 days before the event. But it's over now. The most important moment of summer just ended and I couldn't help but think of childhood, on the last day of summer. While Standing in this parkingklot, looking at a row of houses across the street, in a sweat soaked shirt and dried blood from chicken wire, I thought about how much the meaning of summer changed when you grew up. The magic ends and after this I'm going to get dinner with my friend, celebrate a good weekend then go back to the 9 to 5 day job.. The weight of this thought carried through the rest of the season. It inspired me to draw my first "Summers end" themed print, and I hope you like it.