Dog Days of Summer

The crisp wind whipping past me as I boarded my flight back to Boston was just one more jolting reminder of the thought I’ve spent all week avoiding: Summer is over.

The last few months have been filled with grand travels and constant motion. Not once was it lacking in adventure, but as I descend into Boston, it feels as though it has barely been summer at all.

Of course, the city seems to disagree with me: the sweltering heat of the last few days has been hellish. But what I’ve really been missing isn’t the summer heat, it’s more time spent enjoying being home in Colorado. I only had a few frenzied weeks between trips this year, and I am missing it already.

Here’s to a summer with more nights around a fire, days spent doing little more than switching reading spots, the bliss of homemade food, and the simplicity of life in the mountains. These photos are a glimpse of mine.

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 “What is the feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? – it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.”

— On The Road, Jack Kerouac

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