It’s that beautiful late August weather, with low humidity and cool breezes. The cicadas are singing – yes, even in the early morning – and even though you know we’ll still have yet another hot spell, summer is really over. In every year of my life, I’ve felt that strange sadness: School, and sweaters, and pencil cases already? Even though it’s been a very long time since I had a pencil case.
And that’s what this Dar Williams song always brings back: