Here’s a lovely article (NYT) that perfectly describes the feelings I had a few years ago when I realized that the seemingly endless choices I make everyday are not infinite. That, not soon, but eventually, I will run out of choices. It was a difficult few months, but then I came to see the joy that is approaching Autumn, and remembered that I love the beginning of the school year. The air, like the apples, will be getting crisper, sweeter, and generally more pleasurable. Summer is fine, but I’m glad it is ending.