Last windsurfer of the season?

Hardly. But at least the last one without a dry suit.

Seeing a windsurfer from my balcony today remembered me a similar view early this spring, when another sail in Varna bay was a true mood setter and induced alluring perspectives for the coming summer.

And today, as the summer ran its course and left a lot of great memories, this one windsurfer remembered me how it started. Yes, some of the perspectives became realities, some of the realities turned to illusions and some of the illusions -- into reasons. But whatever happened, it was real.

Anyone knows a good antidote for the post-summer depression?