While it's not the end of summer, I consider September to be at least a spiritual end to the hot putrid months and a fresh new start. I just try to forget that the days seem to be much hotter for much longer, making fall seem that much shorter.
Yesterday, while walking down Boston Street, I came across this graffiti on the bridge. I'm making it my resolution for my unofficial new year's beginning.
Of course I want to do more than survive, but more and more I'm starting to believe in the idea of needing to declare your intentions. Survival is pretty important to me right now.