Last Breath of Summer

I think today is the day. It feels like it anyway. This afternoon I went outside to read and that's when I noticed it. The light had changed. It was warm but there was a strong breeze weaving through the overgrown grass of our front lawn.

I walked around. Sure enough, a spider clung to it's dare-devil web while light glinted off of the strands. Our garden stood, blooming and lush, almost bursting, but not quite. Objects stood transfixed by the warm light shining down on them. Even our cat was itching to get out and laze in the heat of it's rays.

What does it mean? Fall is coming. In fact, on the brink of already being here. It makes me want to stretch my muscles and yawn. It makes me want to smell grass and taste apples. It makes me long for picnic blankets, or just any blankets. I always forget how much the seasons affect my mood until one I actually enjoy rolls around. I actually feel relaxed. I actually feel ok about speeding tickets, and love drama, and longing for home, and wanting run away from home, and hating my job, and loving my other job.

So, I reccomend everyone take a moment and take a step outside they're house and just take one breath. Fall is here.