The hybrid season

The hybrid season

Like its sister June, September has an uncanny ability to confuse the senses. One day it’s warm, calling for T-shirts and frilly pink dresses…

…polar bear dips in the lake…

…and park visits where chance encounters with friends are still the norm.

And then, overnight, the winds change, the clouds settle in and the nip in the air suggests that it’s very much Fall.

Cheers to embracing the new season, however unhinged it may be. It’s a short post this week – life is steamrolling ahead with new classes, new activities, new friends, and all of the chaos that comes along with it. I’m just trying to keep up….

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