the trees are beginning to singe.
the sun's harsh beat is receding earlier now, giving way to shadows and halos at play.
the earth basks at the waning summer light in soft focus, preparing for its time to rest.
fall is calling.
i am actively choosing to keep one foot in what's left of this summer. my other foot, however, is tensed and ready to sprint towards my most favourite season - chomping at the bit, to answer her call.