Coming up for air…

I teach in a couple hours — a course on comic book writing, no less — and I’m up relatively early to do some last minute preparation. Also, it’s a beautiful day out, and even if summer is officially over I can enjoy the beginning of a warm autumn. Been bike riding, and I can smell the change of seasons in the air. It doesn’t smell green anymore. Not that “fresh green” of spring. It smells like the leaves are turning — and they are, here and there. I see it down by the Charles River along the...