September Feels
September has a feel, doesn't it? The end of summer seems to come so abruptly and then there is just a total shift in mood. There is the nostalgia of school days, of focusing on work and planning how I was going to be disciplined and focus on conquering goals. And the darker mornings and earlier sunsets are a reminder that all-too-soon we will be wrapping ourselves up before we go outside to trudge around in the snow. Every year, by the end of August, I feel a tug of depression creep up at the perceived "loss" of summer. I feel like so summer was so busy, but it wasn't really busy with art. That was partly by design, and partly because I backed out of 2 of the 4 events I had scheduled due to weather. The two events I did do were OK, nothing earth shattering. The event in my own town I did pretty well because we actually had a cruise ship in harbor, and a lot of the passengers came to shop. That was fun to meet people from father away. The auction of the sailboat...
