It’s a dragonfly type of summer, where the tomato plants are coming to the end of their season with bright, ripe spheres of fruit dancing among the greenery, and the heat of the summer rests gently on your fingertips with playful buzzing orbs of light playing a symphony in your ears. Summer is coming to an end; taunting you with last days cannon-balling in the community pool, neighborhood BBQs wafting abort smells through the air and play dates concluding with melted ice cream cones and beautiful vanilla smiles. Once the dragonflies descend on our town it’s the sign that fall is around the corner with front yard pumpkins, the very first back to school night for the ever spirited five year old who is two days in to his first week of school. The days move so fast and our family is ever changing, always busy with plans to one day take a vacation, but never finding the right time to map out our destination. I dream of farmer’s markets and roadside stands, following the path of the dragonfly.