The dogs cuddled up together at the end of the bed last night, instead of separately. The fan was off for the first time in weeks. Some trees are turning and there are leaves in the yard, not many but not none. There is a slight chill as I walk the dogs first thing in the morning and last at night.
Summers are beautiful here, but short. The fall is often quite spectacular but can also be just a too brief foreshadowing of winter. There is more a sense of loss in this part of the summer than in the fall, which often has its own rewards. Now, with another hint, another reminder every day that this glorious season will come to an end, now is the time for letting go and the time for living in the moment, enjoying it all the more for knowing it will not last.
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