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First flickers of fall
Aug. 28th, 2019 03:58 pm The light is turning golden. Autumn is creeping in.
I'm not sure what it is about today that feels autumnal. The plants are still green, still lush from an unusually wet spring. The weather hasn't changed overmuch. It's still August, a summer month.
But there's a change in the shape of the air. There's an alteration in the angle and intention of the sunbeams. The colour of the light has changed.
And so I am sipping chai and wrapped in autumn scarves and light autumn jackets. Take advantage of the feeling while it lasts. Fall is a fleeting season, here. No harm celebrating early if I'm jumping the gun.
I'm not sure what it is about today that feels autumnal. The plants are still green, still lush from an unusually wet spring. The weather hasn't changed overmuch. It's still August, a summer month.
But there's a change in the shape of the air. There's an alteration in the angle and intention of the sunbeams. The colour of the light has changed.
And so I am sipping chai and wrapped in autumn scarves and light autumn jackets. Take advantage of the feeling while it lasts. Fall is a fleeting season, here. No harm celebrating early if I'm jumping the gun.
