The beach now transitions from summer to early fall as many people reluctantly leave our community to return to their “real” lives across the state and nation.
This used to be the case for my wife and me, as we educators returned to our home and full-time jobs in the Upstate. Fortunately, we no longer have to do that as we have been full-time residents for the last 14 years.
Nonetheless, Labor Day Monday has always been a somewhat melancholy time for us. I write to share the poem my wife has written to express those feelings.