summer moment/summer feelings

photo by jonathan burkhardt

I like that you can see the movement in this picture: my arm and leg have a double image thing going on, and my hair is mid-bounce.

I don’t want summer to end. I don’t want anything to end. But I know endings make room for beginnings and every moment is a transition into the next. It makes me sad, happy, lonely, scared, bold. What’s that feeling called of being on the edge of a precipice inside yourself, between falling and holding on?