Liner Notes: Sand Still In My Shoes
In summertime we are not ourselves. Thank goodness. We fall in love. We rediscover the ocean, trashy novels and the hot fudge sundae. We travel to places that restore our strength, replenish our souls. Then, on Labor Day, the fulcrum of the year, we teeter, nostalgic about summer, excited by, or frightened of, the fall. Labor Day is the real New Year, and, like that time, bittersweet. On Labor Day, 2008, Liner Notes captures the mood, as we reluctantly let go of our summer selves and shift toward the regular rhythms of work, school, and home.