The week before I left my parent's, the weather turned a barely-perceptible corner towards fall. The air was crisper, the shadows longer, and the leaves on the trees began to burnish gold. Not far away, forest fires blazed, filling the valley with the scent of burning wood. I hate to say it, but the smokiness was perfectly autumnal.
Even though I returned to temperatures that are decidedly not chilly, it certainly feels as though summer has come to an end. It's hard not to mourn the lazy hours, pleasant conversation, and dreamy simplicity of it all. My only consolation is that I get to do it all again next year.
It's good to be back. I've missed you. :)