Holiday

The Tuesday after Labor Day is more January 1st than any other date. A luxurious marking of the most luxurious season’s end, nothing quite matches the melancholy and delight of a whole day to accept summer’s passing.

No more white, no more late sunsets, no more beachside weekdays and no more meandering by. In walks real life, real time, real action and real plans.

Christmas is the next thing, and yet there is still so much to happen before.