Remember? I told you that the night is to be given its due respect, even feared.
Yesterday was summer.
Autumn crept upon us in the night. Firmly entrenched by morning, making allies of the trees, suddenly dressed in colors of the new regime. Dancing in the wind as if they glory in the coolness of its kisses.
Another yearly changing of the guards, and just like waiting up for Santa, again I slept right through it.
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I stepped out on Sunday and had the same impression. The light sant, the smell–they all said “change.”