Summer.

I was at a meeting of a few folks last night, outdoors, at a picnic table. We talked past sundown into twilight and beyond, and with just a tee-shirt on, I got cold.

This signals a turning point which I’ve ignored in past years, the turn toward winter, the Long Sleep of the Green Things, the time of thicker clothes and bigger fires.

Not that it’s winter, not nearly; it’s just that this year I noticed the subtle shift from warm evenings to cooler ones.

Still, there’s  another month of Summer to be had, though it’s going to become less dependable from here on out.

It’s now or never, people, or at least now or next year. Get out and get some summer!

At the Chesterfield Gorge in Chesterfield, MA:

Young folks exploring the river.