This started as a layout about the changing morning sky. As fall approaches the morning sky is especially colorful with greens, aquas, blues and purples and the clouds are more whispy than cotton balls. The air is a bit cooler but you can still feel the heaviness. In my head I started singing Don Henley's song "Boys of Summer" because that song has always signaled for me the end of summer. In NY you would hear it blasting from car radios at the beach on Labor Day Weekend. It always leaves my heart yearning for June.
Don Henley, Boys of Summer