Too much summer this year.

Brutal, agonizing, lovely summer. Static rainbow-striped umbrellas. Kids. Another sunburn, another beer.

…slowly and suddenly, a shift.

The leaves crowd up the curbs, and the air dries up my lips. My spirits lift with the ends of my hair and the corner of my scarf.

Something’s brewing, somewhere. I want to know where it goes. I want it to stay.

The sun is the same, but brighter. And colder. The work is the same, but better. And shorter. The music is richer. The tea-making, constant. The people are warmer, closer. Hopeful.

One of these days, we WILL have Christmas. I know that now.