It's crazy. It's nonsense. It's practically impossible by all reasonable measures. These are some of the things that keep repeating in my mind as I run effortlessly through the cool, autumn-like air. Only weeks ago it was still "the middle of summer" and the heat and humidity clung to every surface, stifling my lungs and clogging my pores. But here, now, in this retrospective, I feel something unsettling; something akin to the tickling fingertips of guilt, because I know at least once, recently, I longed for an early arrival of fall.
The temperatures dropped and the humidity vanished. Gone are the mornings where I would run shirtless and still dehydrate from the conditions. Now, the mornings are darker, and the cool breeze chills my sweat dampened shirt as I put one foot in front of the other, running toward the sunrise. Along the roads, school busses take their practice runs and cars now drive with their headlights on.
Somehow, summer vacation has come to an end and Labor Day has arrived. The earliest of leaves have begun to color. Some have even begun to fall. It's been another summer of running... Running, playing, swimming, traveling, adventuring, working, and dreaming. Some great things have been accomplished, but some other things remain undone. The day after Labor Day will be just another Tuesday, at least, that's what I tell myself.