Living close to the coast gives me the ability to go whenever I have the time. I actually should go more than I do, but sometimes life gets in the way. You never can get enough of the coastal air, the sand, the waves, the water… it’s a cleansing for the soul.
Labor Day always feels surreal to me… you know it is the official end of summer. You stand on the beach and watch the crowds begin to thin out as they pack up and start their travel back to reality. They’ll have to wait in eager anticipation for school to end and vacation time to being anew.
It’s always given me a sad feeling, like it’s hard to breathe when you think about the scene unfolding. Not sure why. It’s like you don’t even want to see it happen… It’s funny, I get the same feeling in the pit of my stomach when I hear Don Henley’s Boys of Summer. I guess I am one of those that wishes summer would never end. Nostalgic even.
Jimmy Buffett sums it up quite well here:
When The Coast Is Clear
The air is turnin’ cool
They’er shuttin’ off the superslide
The kids are back in school
The tourist traps are empty
Vacancy abounds
Almost like it used to be
Before the circus came to town
That’s when it always happens
Same time every year
I come down to talk to me
When the coast is clear
Hello mister other me
It’s been a long time
We hardly get to have these chats
That in itself’s a crime
So tell me all your troubles
I’ll surely tell you mine
We’ll laugh and smoke and cuss and joke
And have a glass of wine
That’s where it always happens
Same place every year
I come down and talk to me
When the coast is clear
It’s the only place he knows
Where it always happens
Same place every year
I come down and talk to me
When the coast is clear
They’re closin’ down the hangout
The air is turnin’ cool
They’er shuttin’ off the superslide”
The kids are back in school
The tourist traps are empty
Vacancy abounds
Almost like it used to be
Before the circus came to town
That’s when it always happens
Same time every year
I come down to talk to me
When the coast is clear
Hello mister other me
It’s been a long time
We hardly get to have these chats
That in itself’s a crime
So tell me all your troubles
I’ll surely tell you mine
We’ll laugh and smoke and cuss and joke
And have a glass of wine
That’s where it always happens
Same place every year
I come down and talk to me
When the coast is clear
It’s the only place he knows
Where it always happens
Same place every year
I come down and talk to me
When the coast is clear
darronmeares 