Labor Day weekend carries with it a quiet kind of grief—the subtle ache that comes with the end of summer. As pools drain and cicadas fall silent, we're reminded that time is always moving. This long weekend, meant to honor rest and hard work, also asks us to let go: of barefoot days, warm nights, and the version of ourselves that lived in the sun. Maybe, in saying goodbye to the season, we’re also learning how to hold gratitude and grief in the same breath.

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