The air had yet to be polluted and remained fairly clear and buoyant up until today.   Soon the crushing heft of humidity would contaminate the atmosphere, leaving us in a haze of scorching torridness and malaise, wilted and soulless.  I hate Summer. The sad…

Today looks and feels a little more akin to Fall than Spring.  Sometimes I like to imagine I’d just awaken from a deep, lengthy sleep – completely unaware of time or season.  Would I know if it was Spring or Fall?  A quick…