I bounded outside early this morning and froze as soon as my garage door finished opening. There was something in the air, a crispness, an edge, that told me one thing unequivocally: Fall is coming.
Isn’t it funny how there’s this distinct shift in the air at the end of summer? You get so used to walking outside into that oppressive wall of heat and then one day it’s gone, replaced by something refreshing that still feels like an ending. I always think summer is going to last forever, that the outdoor adventures and beautiful weather will never end. I end up surprised by fall every darn time.