And The Summer of Love comes to a close.

As I turn the page of the tattered book I see the hallmark roman numerals and big block letters signifying a new chapter.
But I’m not ready for a new chapter, not tonight; I’m still captivated by the beauty of the last one.

So, I close the book, turn off my lamp, and settle into my sheets.

Yes, it’s too soon, I think to myself.

Instead of following the protagonist into the next chapter of her story, I close my eyes and fall asleep dreaming of the beautiful summer of love. _______________________________________