Last Day of Summer Again

When I woke up this morning, in the still-calm of no-hangover, the air felt different. As I eased my 10-o-clock self out of bed, the air was cooler - that breath of something nostalgic and premonitionary that you always get this time of year. Autumn is here, and outside, the sunlight is different - bright and hot but laced through with something; nights drawing in, deepening skies, all those dark breeze comforts. Another summer done, another season put away, and into the autumn where nothing is mapped, nothing is known.