It's that last absolutely beautiful day. It's a weird feeling, you know? I'm amazed that it's September 26 and 83 degrees outside...and yet it's bittersweet...because even the weather guy said it's the last one until next summer. I guess I should have faith that it CAN be warm and beautiful outside again before the snow flies...but realistically it's easier to assume this is it. My question is why is the 6 months between October and April so much longer than April to October?