While Summer is not quite officially over, it sure does feel that way here in Maine. The traffic has stopped, the leaves are starting to turn and the beach is almost deserted. While autumn is my favorite season, there is something melancholy about the end of summer. While walking on an almost empty beach yesterday, Matt joked that by the time we got back turned around the lifeguard stand and trashcans would be gone. He was wrong about the oversized beach chair, but right about the receptacles, Maine wastes no time in changing from one season to the next. Today as ran a few errands, I saw children with oversized backpacks and mothers waving goodbye, and just then a leaf fell perfectly onto my windshield and I knew it really was time to embrace the changing of the guard.