Last day of summer

For some reason, Labor Day always feels like the last day of summer to me. And today it is gray and overcast here, which makes it feel more like mourning than celebration. I love it when Labor Day is sunny and warm and hanging out at the pool on the day it closes feels like a necessity. Then it feels like a celebration of the best of summer and a good transition to the joys of fall. Today the weather reflects my internal state – reinforcing my melancholy rather than challenging me to move forward from it.

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