Footnotes to Plato from the foothills of the Superstition Mountains

September

Summer once again subsides into the sweetness of September.  This calls for a song, September in the Rain, not that there is much that could be called rain in these parts.  But the Arizona monsoon looks to be over, the lambent light and delicious dryness have returned, and autumn's in the air.  Life is good, for some of us leastways, and pro tempore


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