The last day of August has always been rough for me. Something about the back-to-school hubbub, the change in seasons, the ebbing daylight that brings on a panic of sorts. Not certain if it's a fear of losing my embrace on summer or one of not being prepared for the slap of autumn's speed. This is the first year I'm not sending anyone back to school. It's been a brutally hot summer and these next few days show no sign of relief. I've spent more time in the ocean this summer than I have for years. I've enjoyed summer, fully embraced it. Squeezed it dry. I shouldn't fear autumn. I should plant my feet, throw back my arms and crow a welcome to it.
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