Sleepers, Awake!

Sleepers, Awake!Beach, lake and sky rich with deep late colors, with Indian Summer prosperity and only a few crisp leaves blown out onto the sands, which were white, tended, raked and heated by a long season -- he thought it must mean good luck. Why not believe in ease and health? Why not believe in reviving ways? He sat up, feeling the hot September sun on the sunburnt bridge of his nose, and decided that they had won their risk of a week's vacation after Labor Day, when on another year a thin...