“Autumn has caught us in our summer wear...”         —Philip Arthur Larkin
This summer has whisked me away to the likes of Martha’s Vineyard, the Hamptons (for some Lunch), Rhode Island and the Cape. It’s been a WASPy rendezvous. The memories will linger long after the red fades from my complexion. An incredible summer at the very least yet I already feel its twilight on the horizon—as if truly autumn will catch us in our summer wear. It feels too soon. The lifeguards having deserted their stands, you hesitantly accept the day is coming to a close.