Summer is nearly gone. Was it ever here?
I'm still sweating more liquid than some states get rain, but without the big break or the big trip or the glorious return to a new school year, it feels a lot like a hot version of winter.

"How was your summer?" I am asked by my returning Ultimate friends. I look up into the bright blue sky and squint but the answer isn't up there. "I'm not sure it started. Check back later." But they don't. And neither do I.

Without the refreshing return to fall, that rebirth that used to come with the first days of September, the sameness wraps around a little tighter like a very slow moving boa constrictor.