I was on the beach… I mean it was hot. You’d breathe in and feel the temperature. Then the smoke came and you couldn’t breathe at all for a week. Then the light changed and you knew all at once that it was over.
I wasn’t paying attention because of corona virus, wildfires, Trump, and dead supreme court judges and it had been replaced with cold, cool mornings and involuntary shivers while grabbing the newspaper off the stoop in bare feet.
There’s a hope and timelessness to summer, with tanned skin, sandals and stargazing into the night. Fall isn’t like that all; it’s all leather boots, scarves, seeing your breath and melancholy because all you can wonder is “where did the time go?”