What a day. What. A. Day. It. Was.
This Labor Day, while all of you are busy laboring or not laboring or picnicking or sitting on your couch or, perhaps, you have gone to the ocean—to stare into the grey horizon and watch the whitecaps crest and die, clawing weakly at your landlocked toes as the tide begins to pull in behind your ankles and you almost want to let it take you because, for a moment, you feel wanted and it’s been a long time since you felt that way or maybe you are going to the park!