Until now it’s been easy to pretend that summer will never end, that the days will just go on just like they are now. Cooler, damper, greener, but still lovely… fall will not encroach on us.
It would never think to arrive here.
Then I looked out the window one morning and the first leaves fell…
Not one by one, with grace and swoop, but in bunches like fake snow shaken out of a basket in a grade school play.
It brought reality home to roost like the doves in the fir tree… fall is coming, summer is leaving, there is no more denial.
Soon winter will spread it’s cloak, the snow will soften the landscape, and summer will do it’s best to warm our hearts from the inside out.