Hello, September

So  it's not about the temperature change or the fact that the grass has slowed down because that hasn't happened, yet. It's still summer, and the screened pool is tolerable, so what is it that's changed? The same squirrels are meeting every morning by the big tree in the back yard to shove their mouths full of sun flower seeds and chase each other recklessly around and up the oak tree.

The gray mourning dove (or is it morning dove?) still coos soulfully as the sun begins to break above the horizon and picks through the mulch and sticks under the oak tree for seeds the squirrels miss in their feeding frenzy. That hasn't changed, so it's not that.

It's not about the bike rides. They're perfect in the early morning or late evening, but the summer air still melts us when we pause for the light to turn green or the person to the right of us to move into the intersection carefully, so that's not it.

Oh, I know what it is. 

It's the light. Hello, September.

Peace. Love, Linda