The Summer Session Day

Beacons of color began to pierce the sky

I saw dawn for the first time

the clean-washed shine of the mornings in the north country

We went outside in the cordial afternoon sunshine. The playing fields were optimistically green before us

We reached the beach late in the afternoon. The tide was high and the surf was heavy

delighted by the fading glow of the day

lights against the deepening blue sky gained ideal, starry beauty

Sharp stars pierced singly through the blackness