I started writing this blog on Labor Day, the official start of the end of Summer blues and the unofficial end of Summer.

Are my moody blues darker due to having experienced a once in a generation perfect Summer? 

I don't know for sure, but my wistful earlier blog was not entitled "Endless Summer" by accident.

Yeah, Fall is nice, but I have to wonder if the derivation of that season's name has anything to do with my feeling I'm about to fall into an icy abyss.

Do you have a fear of Falling?