
September, summer quietly turns to fall. It happens subtly at first, so subtly that you think summer might never end.
Warm days, you linger at the beach, but the crowds are thinner. Overhead, the flocks of birds have more dedicated purpose. Trees rustle dryly as their leaves take on warmer hues. The air feels muskier.
As the month ticks on and the sun sets sooner and the mornings dawn cooler, you accept that you can’t ignore the hints. Autumn is just around the corner. Then, you awaken one day to welcome its arrival.