Don't look at the calendar. The sight could depress you.
Labor Day Weekend and the frosts of fall close in like a pack of white wolves. The sun has been crossing the sky in lower arcs since June 22, but soon its path will topple, bringing to the Northeast cold, snow, and icy surfaces.
All of which sends me to the beach today, even if clouds block the sun. I will dunk myself in the Atlantic Ocean, perhaps body surf if the waves are right. No one is promised tomorrow.
I might even wear my Speedo.