Does anyone say that anymore? If you’ve heard it, does it feel like we say it later in the summer than we used to? It’s that time of year when I mourn the end of summer and the waning daylight. In the western hemisphere, daylight hours have been slowly decreasing. Have you noticed? It’s a gradual change, just like being in the proverbial boiling pot. We don’t realize until, “Wow, it’s 8pm and it’s already dark!” I miss the light. What does this have to do with art? This prompt came from the often repeated phrase used to describe those sweltering hot August/September days during my childhood. And…I was trying…