I fashion myself an autumn baby but summer 2015 was unlike any other. Weeks effortlessly rolled into weekends and life went uninterrupted. I felt a sense of playfulness return as the days and nights bore energy. The sun was hot and sublime but routinely gifted restorative evenings (cured with a touch of lime and gin). T. Rex was on repeat and dreams were a spectacular arrangement of color and light..

Just the other day while standing alone on a Nantucket beach I sensed imminent change. With one breath all the season’s intoxications discharged. However mournful I’m heartened by the enduring nature of things. Summer and all of its fantasies will not only keep, they’ll continue to inspire.

Cheers to a ravishing season!