The sunrise comes later.
The sunset comes sooner.
The sun becomes golden, less yellow.
The morning air begins to show the first edge of cold.
Amongst the overgrown green and dried brown, the occasional hint of yellow-green and brown-red.
Spiders everywhere. Orbital webs strewn all over to stock up for the winter.
The summer is ending. The fall is coming. And while the seasons move to endings, life moves to beginnings with new grades, new shows, new everything.
So strange: our society inhales while nature exhales. We start anew while the land begins its annual dying.