Sea change

It was ninety-plus degrees when we left home, summer in full tilt. What a difference only a few weeks can make. We've come home to fall. A mild, beautiful, sunny, seventy-degree fall, but fall nevertheless. The maple leaves have begun to turn. Our garden is full of reds and browns and oranges. The tomato vines have begun their slow demise.

It's a change of seasons in our lives as well. I go back to work next week. Sometimes the thought scares me. Others, I just want to get it over with. How bad can it be? I've survived it once before.

Fall. It makes me nostalgic, and dreamy, and a little bit sad.