The sun is setting earlier these days. Autumn is just around the corner. I always dread summer’s end, but there’s an acute nostalgia that comes with shorter days and longer nights. The cold brings memories of a different time in life. Of carpools and afterschool sports and spin the bottle. Of sitting in my parents basement alone late at night, watching episodes of TV I’d seen many times over, looking up the music that spurred my most fragile state. It was a time of coming alive.
“The sun is setting earlier these days. Autumn is just around the corner. I always dread summer’s end, but there’s an acute nostalgia that comes with shorter days and longer nights. The cold brings memories of a different time in life.”
amen.