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Almost out of breath after a drawn out season of crazy can-it-get-any-hotter days and sticky humid nights. Time to trade the wet towels and flip-flops for the rush of reading lists and back-to-school shopping, hopping, and always running late for work. Time to sing that bittersweet campfire song of a goodbye to the endless days. Hello, sharpened pencils. Welcome back, wool. Salutations, pumpkin spiced lattes. We’ve missed you too. But before we let go, let’s take a moment to catch our breath, take in the last of summer, and store those sunny memories away for when the Polar Vortex arrives. No sooner than our tan lines fade, we’ll dream in chlorine blue and neon yellow on those chilly nights that are just waiting for wood smoke. If summer is a contest, we’re champions of the tide. If summer is a game, we’re packing the pieces to put it back in the box. If summer is a marathon, fall is its finish line.
Chalk art byWhitney Barnard, The Scribble Studio
“Finish each day and be done with it.You have done what you could.” Ralph Waldo Emerson