Today there is just a little chill in the air, enough to need a jacket in the morning. My toes are cold and I wonder if I should have worn closed up shoes. Not yet, not yet! The grass in the cemetery across the street has been freshly mowed, its scent mixing in with the odd salt of the sea, blowing from the east. The bright sky reminds me to hurry, hurry, there are things to do before school starts--which this year, has a whole new meaning.
There are many other things I need to catch up blogging on--the craziness of last week & the weekend, the new Martha Speaks show, the girls whose knitting club got booted out of the library because it wasn't literary--but listening to Neil Finn on my way into work, and the hint of fall that comes in late August, before the humidity & return to summer that happens in September, really struck me, the way it always does at the end of summer.
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