Farewell Summer

I can't do anything but love Ray Bradbury, but this was one of his less inspired works. Also I'm pretty sure that there were a couple of talking penises near the end - that's not a criticism, though.

Warring against time
beginning or end, the same
always a boner.

What a fun story about youth vs. aging, the passing of seasons...growing up and conceding to a better path. I love how in just a few short chapters the nostalgia of childhood summers and games children play are brought to mind with such clarity and fondness.