Summer don't go!
Everything before and after are different, in a way, like autumn is different to summer. We used to go out for a cup of coffee or a bottle of beer. And almost always, jazz was there with us, in the background, serving the mood. When we took for granted the great summer days of human been, a swipe of autumn wind forced its way through us. What's left is a street of autumn leaves dancing and celebrating the chilled future.
Jazz becomes irrelevant to many of us, like it used to. No background music, when you pour yourself a homemade coffee in your kitchen. Some people almost forget about this genre, but not me. Those memories are of summer are like invading plants, they silently spread into your life, reminding you that the summer is gone.
So, please, summer don't go!