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  • You can feel it coming. From the crisper evening air and the dusk that’s quicker to descend.

    You see it everywhere on Labour Day – everyone is out basking in the sun, trying to slip in as much fun and carefree moments as possible. School starts tomorrow and whether or not that’s true for you, it’s still palpable as the marker of 'when things change'.

    I don’t know why, but I felt compelled to go to beach that evening. It was still busy with families - don’t these kids have school tomorrow? – but it didn’t seem to matter. It was still the long weekend and everyone was going to draw in every last gasp of summer.

    As the sun went down, moms and dads and their kids packed up their sand buckets and belongings and began walking home. And there on the boardwalk, guiding them back to their busy routines and packed schedules, the wistful and lulling tunes of J.S. Busk serenading them with memories of the summer that was.
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