The kids jump off the dock into the river, shattering the silence with their screaming splashes.
Mom lounges on the shore in the pink Adirondack chair while reading her steamy summer novel and wiggling her green calloused toes covered in chipped red nail polish.
Dad is up on the deck guzzling a Molson Canadian, his big tanned beer belly hanging out of his unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt. He hunches over the barbecue like a crazed caveman, wielding his spatula like a weapon while hot dogs and hamburgers sizzle in a cloud of choking smoke chasing the mosquitoes away.
Meanwhile the trees whisper in the cool evening air, their dry leaves rustling and rattling as they share their secrets.
The golden sun sinks below the horizon, transforming the sky from orange-pink to indigo..
Canadian summer is slowly slipping away.