On the cusp

It’s a crisp 61 degrees this morning, and feeling fall so close makes me happy. It’s that odd time of year where Summer brushes against Fall in the seasonal doorway, coming and going, and they’re awkwardly being polite to each other… “After you.” “No, you first, please.” We’re usually still baking in August, and I always feel kinda frustrated because August is when everything “fall” begins. Β Shouldn’t the temperature just plummet in agreement with that? I wish. Thankfully, this summer has been beautifully cool–oddly cool, for our area. I’d have to say that for once, I haven’t been pining for fall quite as much. But I still pine some, always. :)

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