At the mention of the phrase "summer is over", there remains an incomprehensible emptiness inside me. I want to close my ears and just do not believe these words, but you can not deceive nature. Now, without 6 days of autumn, will come into its own and will not remain that unrestrained fun. This summer was special for me, new meetings, new acquaintances, new dreams. I visited at least 4 camps, became part of the fandom and changed. Maybe I do not feel this or outwardly it is not noticeable, but it is so. We all change like the seasons, summer short nights are replaced by long winter, the clock is switched back an hour, and the last yellow leaf falls off from the green trees once. As Gauvreau says, "The golden leaves glide along the asphalt, escorting the warmth of the earth." so I send my memories and summer things to a long journey, until next year ...

My first article, do not judge strictly