The sun is drowning below the horizon. Soon enough, the leaves will refuse to change and it will be 85 degrees instead of 102 degrees outside. Everyone will be wearing scarves, leggings, and drinking pumpkin coffees. The sun will start heading down sooner until eventually it succumbs to its catacombs, and then things will be sp00ky. Truly sp00ky.
There’s still time to savor the sun, heat, and sweat. There are a few more weekends to enjoy those wild and reckless sprees. Play the song. Listen to the album. Enjoy it. Rally and fight against the clock and its stupid ticking hands.