Closing the Windows Against the Cold

Quiet as usual, the day is coming to a close. Over the fields the last few rays of sunlight shine golden on weeds tipping gently towards the earth, as a light summer breeze feels more like the coming of an artic cold.

And here, the old familiar feeling of winter knocking at the door has returned, despite what all the weathermen have said, that this passing chill will give way to something more the feeling of summer.

And yet in Upstate New York, the very trees are shuddering in the cold, and today I stood looking out the french doors that lead out onto my porch, watching as first one, and then another leaf took to the wind as if to fly.

Soon this month will give way to September. Children of summer, will forego spending days splashing in the pool, for the feel of new shoes pressing tight against their toes, as they eagerly smile for first day back to school pictures in their Sunday best, clutching their new lunchboxes in their hands.

Fall has come early to the valley, and I fear no Indian Summer will take its place. For now, we go on about our business, storing heat in our skin, cataloging all the signs of summer. The beauty of an unfolding flower, the greeness of the grass and azure blue skies spread over us like blankets of billowy clouds that know no end.