Why does summer feel shorter than January?  As if I didn’t know. 

But somehow, while I was on my quick trip to Brazil, summer left New England.  Stepping out of Logan Airport to await the shuttle to the subway station, the air seemed different from just a week earlier.  And when I took a quick trip to the Farmer’s Market just a block or so away in the afternoon, there was a definite chill in the air (not to mention some unexpected rain).

I am gearing up for the New England fall, choosing a class to take, reserving books at the library, ordering tickets, the usual.

Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose!