“Tonight I’ll dream, while I’m in bed. When silly thoughts go through my head. About the bugs and alphabet. And when I wake tomorrow, I’ll bet. That you and I will walk together again. I can tell that we are going to be friends. Yes, I can tell that we are going to be friends.” —The White Stripes, We’re Going to Be Friends
As the summer starts to unwind and the days start to quicken, I can’t help but be reminded that this is my favorite time of year. Now, a September birthday may make me a bit biased, but there’s also something about the transition between August and September that represents a sweet sadness to me.