My tan is fading. The days do not beg for pool time or dinners cooked on the grill. The grass can get away with being mowed every 2 weeks. The smell in the air is changing. The feeling as it touches your skin. The warmth leaving, slowly. On our walks, we find leaves on the ground of red and yellow. As we gaze before us, the trees seem to be waving as though saying good bye to summer with their own signature of farewell.
I do not like cold weather, and by cold I mean under 70 degrees. But somehow the transition from summer to fall is by far my favorite time of the entire year. The idea that nature is technically dying makes me feel odd in celebrating its demise.. It is an art forms that our creator allows us to witness though, far grander than any form we could create.
I could relate the changing of seasons to the seasons of our lives of course. You were probably expecting such. Instead, I suggest you go outside.
Breathe.