ALL OF a sudden it’s been up to the 90s in town. I have vague memories of trying to trick-or-treat in unbreathable synthetics — sweating — so I know that this last, heavy breath of heat isn’t aberrant, just a mini-season of its own. But how it makes me really long for a proper Fall to kick in. The light in the morning and at late afternoon says otherwise. It’s golden-hued and deep with shadows. Contemplative.