As I sit out on my balcony with the hammock shaking in the wind, bundled in an oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants, I can’t help but come to the saddening realization that summer is coming to an end. Labor Day, people’s sure-fire indicator that they should be tucking away their white pants (note: I don't believe in antiquated white pants fashion rules) and waving goodbye to summer is already quickly fading to a distant memory.

As I sit here, staring out onto the Boulevard, I can’t say I’m happy to see summer go. Just yesterday we were tailgating NASCAR, a few days prior I was sitting happily by the pool, and a few weeks have gone by since the last concert I’ve been to. Now the next show I’ll be seeing is indoor, a real sign that autumn is upon us.