Coming Soon

You know what I love? This last hot breath before autumn. Mother Nature's hot flash. Like clockwork, I can see others watching the trees for their shift to more yellow hues of green. (I sometimes wonder if autumn lovers cycle together.)

I've counted my blankets in preparation. They sit next to my bed, at the ready, my neatly folded little soldiers of warmth. A good suspense novel by Wilkie Collins is waiting — like the super with his hand on the thermostat — for the temperature to drop below 50 degrees. Sweaters have begun to topple accidentally from the closet.

Because it's just that close.

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