It happens gradually, of course, but it is in brief moments that I notice the changing seasons. Driving home yesterday evening, with the windows rolled down, I felt the mild air and enjoyed the mellow light and realized summer was ending.
Baki had been swimming and he spun in the water, his hands trailing. I watched him laughing in the middle of those concentric rings in the water and felt as if I were watching a chapter come to a close.
It is easy at times like this to let go of all perspective and allow myself to wallow in a great sea of emotions.