G’morning folks, it was 53 degrees in the front yard when I woke up yesterday at my house in Colorado. By the time I got to the airport to head home to the Carolina Coast for the holiday weekend, the temperature was in the mid-80’s and rising. Still, for a moment there I was going about my day in 53 degree weather. For me, it was that first little tinge of fall.
The song above is about a man who smells the crispness in the air on a September day, and can’t help but think of now passed glory days from high-school that he longs to relive.