It doesn’t matter what the official last day of summer is. We all know when that last day is, Labor Day. The day when the pools close. The apex, except when you are retired, there is no apex. Structure is what you make it. Nothing cryptic in this. Life is structured until it isn’t. I like structure, but I am learning how to live without any, except what I invent.

There was a time when the days and hours and minutes drudged along at a mind numbing  slow pace, where a season would refuse to submit to the next, but not now. Not anymore. Spring came with so much promise and then summer, and so much to do, and just as quickly, here we are, the weekend after Labor Day. Here comes the season for wrapping things up. My favorite time of the year. Fall, or Autumn, yes Autumn, I love that name. A time to gather, and a time to prepare for what is coming. Winter.

In a little over a month, I will be sixty-one, God willing. My grandparents always said that, and I never really understood, but I do now. My parents will be married for sixty-five years on October the tenth. They say that time marches on, but I think that it starts out crawling. It does eventually march but I think at some point that Time finds a horse, and, well you know what horses do, they run.

I am looking forward to cool nights, and fire-pits, and all that autumn brings. I had so many plans for this year and many projects were finished and some were not. I’m thankful for what we accomplished and this year isn’t over yet, but it is time to wind down. I have always been a fan of winding down! So go ahead and wait if you want, but football season has started… Autumn, come on in and put your feet up…. have a nice beer, and leave those summer ales to those sitting on a beach somewhere!

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