Happy August 31!

What are we left with, when all is torn away?

Summer is receding into memory. The sun slips into the horizon sooner and sooner with each passing day, and shadows grow sharper and more italic. Labor Day Weekend approaches. I hope you have plans. I hope you are taking one final moment to enjoy the warm nights and murky days. I hope you can step into the ocean for a few moments and swim in a way that reminds you of being a child, of the weightlessness of long ago.

Take one final moment, one final look back, one final glimpse at the world we are leaving, as we freefall into winter, unsure that we will ever know days this fair again.

Happy August 31!