the young ones rule the sun

I am not quite finished with "the season", sipping in the last rays of sunshine.
I feel depressed, on one side, on the other - relief of knowing of what will lay ahead.
Will this be the last summer - do I need to collect my thoughts in a real paper diary, with that worn down pencil, and without the convenience of spell-checking?
Perhaps that's the way to go, at least a parallel avenue.
Sometimes I am worried that our interactions have become so de-fragmented, that the digital data transfer does not reach our analog brains anymore.
Time to brush your hands and arms into stinging-nettle; it's actually a healthy thing to do.
Oh, the girl above (picture) - wasn't my take, sorry! But she looks like a good representative of these vining days of summer. I have some other model up the sleeve, but only will tell you about it when it becomes reality.