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Wait. It’s September?

The days have flown by as the days do when summer is slowly but swiftly sliding away, an egg from a hot frying pan ready to hit the plate, and I’ve shaken the sand from the toes of each sneaker and have gone hunting for that jacket. where is that jacket; this is just the morning chill but soon it will be an all-day chill and tempers will burn like candles trying to take the edge off the cold. But for now I’m off to Michigan for the woods and the stars, and we’ll see what happens on the other side of this one.