Change. The kind of change that you have to swallow with more water than you’d think was necessary, is upon us. It’s the kind of change that doesn’t come gradually. Children and dreamers hang on to summer like a life-preserver. But, in the end, we must all let go and allow ourselves to be sucked into the vortex. “Let go baby, let go. Everything will be alright.” And so we do. We do it with the promise that eventually we’ll come out on the other side when the sun is high and the air is warm and fireflies dance across our dreams. But until then we’re only allowed tiny reprieves of sanity every night at the dinner table. And when June finally does arrive again, we’re all a little grayer for the journey.