It is September. Autumn is around the corner. Already it has begun announcing itself in the chilly mornings of predawn. Soon enough the trees will change colors, and all things pumpkin and apple will be in fashion again.
It has been a hot summer, to state it briefly. The hot air crept into homes and cars and stayed put like a bad guest, refusing to leave when coaxed or commanded. I look forward to cooler weather, steaming apple cider, and pumpkin patches.
In this corner of the world, summer isn’t quite over yet. The days are still hot, the sun still bright. There are a few more hikes and bike rides to go on, a few more adventures to take, before we are all driven closer to home by the cold.
I appreciate the slow change of seasons this year, how one drifts into the next. There is no line, no day, no moment where one ends and the other begins. The seasons blend into each other, so tangled up it is impossible to say which is which. But then one day, I will wake up, and autumn will be at my door. One day summer will be over and another season with its beauty and glory will be in its place.
Summer is my favorite season. Yet the change of seasons is good for my soul, a renewal every few months, a reminder that nothing stays the same forever. All we can do is enjoy the moments we have before they slip away.
Shaina Merrick
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