First Hour of the Last Day of Summer

45 minutes into the last day of summer.
Autumn is here, creeping about these days. I feel it when I leave work at 7:00pm. Quickly leaving light, and something like a musical note in the air. A cold that is a pale blue colour, something old and serious and that feels like coming home.
A full moon tonight, and when I walk back from Em's house, the colour of the moonlight is the colour of that cold. There is silver in it to, stars crushed to fluid, an outer space effluvium. A by-product of an extra terrestrial third world industry.
A taste of water with ice cubes cold as absolute zero.
Summer falls away, and even if there is a heatwave now, it will be a swan song only.