Sunday afternoon was a “last” official day of summer break, even though we have a whole wide expanse of summer stretched before us. This week holds more job responsibilities, the start of classes, and the sad dwindling of the responsibility-free dog days. We made the best of it with early morning runs, peach crumbles, lunch out with family, and a meandering drive on dusty country roads to find a swimming hole on the Kings River. We spent a few hours playing chase with the minnows, skipping rocks, searching for geodes, reading Edna St. Vincent Millay poems and laying stretched out on our blanket in the sun. I’ve never felt so relaxed or so hidden away from the busy world — what a nice feeling with which to end the weekend.