This is the beginning of the end. September is here. Those three glorious months... June, July, and August are gone. Poof! Just like that.
When I hear June, July, and August, I think of summer. When I hear September, I immediately think of fall. The fall depresses me. The fall is the end of everything I hold so dear about summer. The band, Green Day, has a song called, "Wake me up when September ends". I should write a song called, "Wake me up when the spring begins".
On a brighter note--- Happy Labor Day weekend, everybody!
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