Yesterday

the last hints of summer lingered in the air, and I went for a walk around the neighborhood. It isn't quite autumn yet; that will be heralded by the sudden ripening of blackberries and the reddening of the maple leaves. All at once, the season will collapse on us like a building. Summer's hard work will come crashing down as tomatoes and pumpkins birth their last, only to be ravaged by death and decay.