Every year the same thing: one day it’s summer in all its glory
and then, of a sudden, summer slides into fall.
Every. Single. Year.
You can’t stop it.
It arrives in all its glory, the forerunner of a deep sleep. All we can do to ride it out is order the soup.
So make plans now for your autumn walks in the woods before it’s too late.
Global warming you know; soon there will be no more autumns. Or forests.
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