I’ve been counting down the days until the end of season.
That number just keeps getting smaller despite my attempts to pick up each and any shifts that pop up.
The days are growing short. The leaves? They are at their peak beauty. I’ve been bathing in them. Them and ocean spray in a magical place clinging to the edge of the earth.
And the stories?
They’re a little less frantic. Punchy? Sure.
And everything is getting just a little warmer.
There’s a wonderful kind of ease that emerges as the end of season draws near.
There are few moments like this one left, let’s make the most of it before the dark takes over - that’s the attitude that follows me around our city every day.
Remember dorks
We’re here for a good time, not a long time…
