Summer...whence hast thou gone?

Go not lightly, nor without one last throw. Leave not the trappings unturned. Nay. Bid me not the sweet words of departure, but gasping, choking out each last moment's remorse. For this day shall not return. Of this cup drain each drop of dregs, if only for the wanting. Tarry until none remains;not of blood, nor marrow, nor flesh, nor bone. And if this, then, if not haply, completely used and measured leaving nothing wanting.

The last weekend of summer at Remington Bay, OR