The Last Day of Summer

The taste of the early evening’s thick, gauzy air overlaps every other summer in a way that makes them feel like one long, timeless season. Without the worry of what’s behind you or what’s yet to come, the days bleed into each other with the promise that just maybe if you don’t step back to look at it all from afar you don’t have to wake up and a day can be forever. Easing endlessly into night. The cry of a million insects under a billion stars.

Even at the risk of being hurt, Juno is enviably good at surrendering herself to the moment instead having to go back and enjoy it in her head. And so every time is like the first ever, standing there at the end of the day, expecting with innocent certainty that surely there’s more. Suddenly facing the edge. But the memories of summer are hers forever, and as it’s been said, every love story is ultimately a ghost story.

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Finished this earlier but now the timing seems right for a public post. The very first sketch for this was spontaneous enough – just Juno with a hotdog in one hand and a beer in the other. Playing around with some color thumbnails, feeling around for the mood, and soon enough I had a full piece planned out. I’m no purist when it comes to hotdog toppings, so I just slapped together something I remember enjoying.