Ladies and gentlemen, it’s getting close.
After what’s felt like the longest summer in the history of mankind, we’ve reached that special time of year when everything feels fresh again. The air is getting cooler, the leaves are starting to change, Washington’s football team is somehow already in a hopeless state of despair.
And in the midst of it all, you start to get that familiar feeling, that sensation that pulls you back in every year. In a way, it's like extended grieving because it always starts with denial in early fall and ends with a muted acceptance in springtime.