It’s starting to feel like a season of changes. This project’s winding down, the election (and all its ramifications whichever way it goes) is right around the corner, it’s nearing the end of the baseball season (always cause for a certain grayness of the mind), and the weather’s starting to turn. There’s also an obscure object of desire mixed into this, one just solid enough to make me feel younger than I am and fill these days with the smell of burning leaves.
Oh yeah – I’m turning 50 next month. Hey, you don’t think that has anything to do with it, do you?