Gold Mettle

There is a day late in the summer, every year, when I notice that the light has changed. It is something subtle that turns the leafiest trees’ leafiest leaves from white-green to gold-green, a little luminous hint that even though there are still people going on vacation and I’m sweating myself silly, we’ve turned the corner toward Autumn. We’re moving into the season between the seasons, the fall before the Fall, and Summer is starting to clear out its bunk, getting ready to move on to another part of the world.

Every year it seems like it happens earlier, or maybe just faster. Every year the summer slips away a bit more quickly. Wait! Hold on, I just need to get some sleep and then…