#131 summer's end

i’m anticipating that day when you can feel that something has changed you can’t put your finger on it but you just know that summer is over and you smell autumn in the air the sky paler the leaves beginning to molder the chill of the morning and the sharpness of night i do not mourn the loss of summer but i celebrate the birth of autumn and its continuously failing resurrection bhagiti 8.28.07 perrysburg, oh