The best part of summer is knowing it doesn’t last. Fall is the best, well maybe the first awesome spring day, no wait, it’s the first solid snowfall. Fuck. Anyways, these brilliant days of sun and shorts only last for what seems a blip compared to the eons of winter and having that in the back of my mind makes me go nuts. I have been doing shit outside everyday and it is fannntastic. When the trees are all dead and you wish you could learn to hibernate jan-mar, remember this. It comes back every year!