I'm looking out my kitchen window and noticing the leaves on a tree are a different color. There's a new smell to the air, and the cicadas' call seems to have faded. This time of year makes me wistful for spring + summer, being so fearful of the cold as I am! I always panic a little, recalling the things I could have done during the summer, but haven't. (Usually these are things from childhood, so not really do-able, anyway. Or at least not as fulfilling as I remember.)
And then there's the feel of the impending start of school; something I still feel must be coming, even though it's been, oh, 12 years since I've been. It's like a phantom limb... if summer is ending, school must be starting!
I wish I was in a meadow in Vermont, feeling the grass prickle and the crickets call. With a bucket in my hand, waiting to pick some berries.
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