And there is nothing you or I can do about it.
Today heralds the incoming month of September.
Labor Day, the "official" end of summer, is nigh.
And, if you are perceptive, over the next days, you can sense a change in the atmosphere. The earth has moved in her orbit a tiny bit, and the angle of the rays from the sun are a little less direct, a bit less overhead, more muted.
The days get moment by moment shorter.
When the breeze blows by on a warm day, you catch the faintest bit of chill in the air. Almost imperceptible, but it is there.
And Fall starts to move in, unpack its red and gold and yellow hued bags, and set up residence.
September is the month of still summer warm days but cooler nights. Of State Fairs and rodeos and roasting chiles. In the Bay Area, the crab fishermen start patching nets and negotiating rates, getting ready for the Fall harvest.
An extra blanket may find its way onto my bed. The Feline will sleep a little closer to her humans.
There is talk of Halloween in the air. "What are you going to be" and bags of miniature chocolate bars for sale.
Soon pumpkins will be lit with candles and ghouls will rule the night.
But today, oh today. Today is still baseball and flip flops and cinnamon flavored churros. In small towns, talk of "will that steer take the blue ribbon this year" and kids are back in school and the public pools grow quieter.
The day is still warm and I still grip, and grip *hard*, to the last, butter slippery straws of summer.
