This summer, I went on long road-trips around New York State. Hours and hours of driving would often bring up the iconic, illuminating activator of the circadian rhythm, otherwise known as the moon. I took a picture as my family and I looked up at the clear yet dusky atmosphere. The red tint suggests that the sun had not hid under the horizon too long ago.

This is just my walk around the city. Over the summer, I had spent much of my time walking around the city, either with myself or with a friend. I would usually find a secluded spot in the outskirts away the metropolitan known for teeming with social activity, such as that of a bench near the river, and leisurely read a book I enjoy. How relaxing.

Another part of my summer? I would have the say another notable part of my summer was the visit to Niagara Falls. The best trip? 5 star hotels on the other side of the planet? No. Very scenic, relaxing, and curative of the body and mind? Yes. The falls reminded me of what kind of place I really lived in. The world is not made of people and cities, but instead people and cities are made by the world. I enjoyed my visit to the Niagara Falls as I remembered the summer, not only my trip, was also inevitably soon coming to a abrupt close. I would soon have to go to school again... but what better way to end a summer than to witness the very essence of life flowing right beneath your eyes?