On the Edge

We're on the edge of fall over here, even though it feels more like summer now than summer actually did. 

But the vast insect chorus has begun to sing its fall selections, and you know there's no going back. 

I like bulky sweaters, new boxes of crayons and pumpkin spice cappuccino as much as the next person; fall does have its unique charms. Yet something inside me clings to summer and mourns a little, tiny bit at every passing Labor Day.