End of Summer

We're coming to the end of summer. And I know this not because the nights are now cool, or that there is dew on my windshield in the morning. It's not because we're eating inside more than we are in the garden, or that we can now spend entire days out in the sun without fear of sunburn. It's because on my favourite walk with Quinn the grass is no longer a lush green, but a desaturated yellow.

Fall is on its way.