
I feel as if the summer is ending although we still have another two months. The amazing long days with bright sky until ten o'clock in the evening are becoming things of the past and now days are getting shorter and shorter. In Britain the peak of the summer is actually the summer solstitial but not August.
When we get to half way through something, we start to think about the end and the latter half always pass faster just like sliding down a slope. And we are hardly proof against the component of the force parallel to the slope...