High humidity, sticky sweat on the skin, slate grey clouds paving the sky and soon the thick drops will make music hitting the glass roof in the conservatory. And maybe thunder, to liven up the symphony. My soul sings along. Leaves are already starting to acquire coppery tones. The chestnut trees are changing. It seems like life is finally getting back on track. Nowhere near normal. But the return of some familiar scenes, weather that makes me feel good, being able to make plans or walk barefoot on the dry grass in my backyard picking up the green fruits the squirrels toss away from the oak tree… It sounds normal. It feels normal. It’s good enough. I’ll take it.
Come on over, Autumn. Not a day too late.