To me, it feels like the last real weekend of summer.
The upcoming weeks and weekends will be like a final tease, a few last breaths of summer weather to tide us over until fall comes. This morning was the first time I wore a sweater to go outside in months. It was a small thing to do, but as soon as my arms went through the sleeves, I remembered what was coming. Cool nights. Leaves changing colour.
It’s been an amazing summer here in Halifax. We celebrated 25 years of Pride, had theatre festivals and had beautiful beachy weekends. We mourned and remembered and praised.
There is more to come this fall. Film festivals. Art festivals. Events. You’ll find it here. I look forward to telling you about it.
A song to take you away for the long weekend.