After a long stay, the second this summer, my beloved is packing. Her vacations are almost over. My beloved will be back soon enough, and it is way too hot to bewail the end of the summer, but the coincidence is still heartbreaking. Or at least upsetting. The best I can do under the circumstances is to nourish the hope that I will have many more opportunities this summer to experience the old coincidence. And thus to get used to it as thoroughly as I possibly can before it is too late.