I hear the voices of children, the summer voices of children. They bounce across the lake from the beach, squealing giggles and dog-paddle splashes, the chatter of a childhood fading away with summer, fading away from us all. In the week leading to Labor Day, we reach the Sunday night of the year, the long slow night of the year before life calls us back to class. So, in the closing minutes, I listen to the children across the lake, and try to remember the chatter of my own, now grown, until the last little laugh, until the last little splash.

Published by Dan Rodricks

Dan Rodricks is a long-time columnist for The Baltimore Sun, winner of numerous national and regional journalism awards, a radio and TV personality, podcaster and fly angler. His narrative memoir, "Father's Day Creek," was published in May 2019 by Apprentice House at Loyola University Maryland.

5 thoughts on “Summer’s end: A reverie”

  2. Yes! Danny those sounds of children playing are exquisite! I cherish my grandchildren’s laughter! Back to school for them too!

    Graxie Mille for your beautiful reflections!

    Ida

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  5. Hello Dan,Your words capture the essence of the end of summer.  Especially from childhood. Well done.  I’ve shared with friends around the country who also appreciate ‘August is the Sunday night of the year.“Thank you 

    NatalieStay safe.   Help others

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