Shhh… don’t tell the tourism people this, but I actually really like this time of year, when things quiet down.

When I drive into town to go to work, and it’s raining, windy, grey. When leaves are starting to fall off the trees. When things feel quiet enough (in general, at work, or at home) that I can sit and stare off into space. When we say “another summer gone”, and look ahead to what the fall will bring.

(I know, it’s sacrilege on so many levels to say this. But, oh well. Just being honest.)