Well, here we are, the end of another summer.
The days vacillitate from being autumnal to being summery (kind of), and end up feeling like neither. When I leave work at 9:00pm now, it is dark. The air is still humid though - though nothing like the heatwave days - but the shadows have a softer look about them, and the leaves on the trees have that washed out quality to them. Walking to work yesterday, I noticed a few of the first autumnal leaves on the ground.
There's a chill in the air this morning though - not unpleasant - and I am able to forget - temporarily - that I am working 48 hours next week - to make the most of the current wages before they plummet thanks to the company I work for being bought out.
It's still August, it's still summer, just, but I'm headed toward the wanted autumn of ghosts I feel wending it's way here.
