The waning days of summer

It is small town, sunday morning quiet. Just the way I like it.

As I look out my library window, a quote from the bible come to mind. In one place, Jesus said, "he that has eyes, let him see." What I see is the colors starting to fade. The grass, the leaves on the trees don't have the bright green they did have. Flowers are starting to droop and fade from their vibrant yellows, reds, oranges to softer, pastel colors. It gets light later than it used to and dark earlier than it should.

I an not yet willing to say that I can see signs of fall coming. But I must admit that the days of summer are definitely waning.

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