Late August is my favorite time of year. Everything has reached it's peak. Tourists are going home with new T-shirts. Labour day strikes, jets tear open the sky, then it's time to find a pumpkin. I like it for reasons that have to do with the senses, with sounds, smells, watching as the insects continue their inherent magic, and the seasons change. Here in Toronto, it's back to school, it's the yearly exhibition, and matured spiders. The colour of the sky and our atmosphere changes. The light reminds us of last year, it really is my favorite. Subtle, sweet, magical. Now it is September, I am driving out to Alberta in a rented car. Along the way I meant to collect records, but Labour day = everything closed = no records until...1000km...Regina! That's OK, alot of other things to enjoy like rotting tourist traps. Dusty old ghost towns, decayed monuments, great lighting! Yeah, and it also gets me when spell check underlines my "our's" mistaking them for "or's" which is Amerikan, not Canadian. (see colour & labour). This also happens in crosswords, which is really annoying.