And as we spend those last few moments of summer looking out at the blending of sea and sky I realized it was a color I knew very well: The softly faded essential blue of a well-worn pair of pants. 

“Bailey Graffman. Twelve years old going on, well, sometimes annoying. The best way I can describe Bailey is that she’s kind of like broody, sour candy. Just disturbing at first, but after a while it gets sweeter, so you put up with it. What I don’t get is that here’s a kid who has every reason to be angry. I mean, really angry at every loser in the world who’s wasting their life behind some ice cream counter. Not only was Bailey not angry, but while she was running out of time, she still found the time to look for the good in people. Maybe it’s like Bailey said; ‘Maybe the truth is, there’s a little bit of loser in all of us. Being happy isn’t having everything in your life be perfect … Maybe we just get through it, and that’s all we can ask for.’”