You can't turn your back for a second. I jaunt off to LA and come home to find they've replaced the air! Labor Day weekend was a radiant patch of late summer bliss. Summer finally got its shit together like a stumbling performance that somehow nails the encore. But nature is decidedly unsentimental and has taken its inevitable turn without issuing a memo. Why does this ever come as a surprise? I wonder if the season's change could ever feel less binary, if we could dip our toe in autumn first rather than suddenly finding ourselves surrounded by its air. Here's a song for that imaginary slide.1000 Mexicans - Diving For Pearls
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