Postcard from the Last Morning of Summer

The last day of summer is here. 8:00am, and sat here in the bedsit I can hear the sounds of morning outside; the odd seagull, passing people, the rubbish collectors. The sun is pushing up against the curtains, and the hum of the refrigerator next door cutting through the walls.
Took a walk with Em along the beach last night. Still water and violet skies. Not really any traces of autumn as yet, in fact, it felt more like a summers evening. Dog walkers and swimmers in the sea. Em tried paddling but the water was too cold.
Half an hour before I leave for work, for that swift stroll down Western Road, past the newsagents and workers waiting for their buses, the closed kebab shops and the green strips of squares on the slopes leading down to the sea.
Nothing else to say really, just a quick postcard from the last morning of summer.