The symphony of cicadas is dying down. I feel a slight change in the tinge of green on the trees. With every passing day of winds bringing with it a new day. Change is in the air. A reminder that time keeps moving.
The sun is setting earlier now and there is a slight chill in the air at night. Not enough to warrant a jacket yet but enough to elicit goosebumps. I’ve never been really good at trans seasonal clothing.
Goosebumps. I have heard these words muttered much more recently. Summer felt so short though I am glad to be past the sweltering and humid days and nights.
We hopefully now bid our farewell to the dragonflies and mosquitoes. Autumn leaves will be here soon. Snow is close.

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