I often take the surface streets to work, and often take a road that goes parallel with the beach in Ventura, and then goes past the fairgrounds.

Yesterday I got stuck on this road, behind a convoy of trucks waiting to get on the freeway.

Looking closer at the trucks, I realized they were the rides from the fair, all broken down and ready to move on. This is on the first sunny day we’ve had in weeks.

Nothing like a moment like that to kickstart the mourning of the end of summer, a few weeks early.

Sigh.