The End of Summer

The summer of 1969 was winding down. The warm air held a smell 13 year old Bobby Weston couldn't quite identify but nevertheless acquainted with going back to school. An end of summer smell, he decided. Or maybe an end of summer feeling. He couldn't make up his mind, and it really didn't matter, as soon enough summer would be gone and he'd be back in school. He had permission to go camping today.