It’s September First on the calendar, but I don’t think Nature’s looking. The rains last week made everything grow. The recent heat dried it all out again. This morning saw an Autumn dawn. The temperature was cool like Fall, the air had the scent of dried leaves, again like Fall, yet that crisp aroma is rising on heated waves of grass flavored steam, a signal that Summer is far from letting go. The breeze is warm, the Sun is bright, and the Cicadas are singing like it’s their last song. Autumn and Summer have come together like good friends. I love it.
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