Its warm out, not hot, a bit too cold at night, but pleasant. The sparrows are waking up at 6 am, but there aren't any mosquitoes: a good trade-off. The bees swarm around the sweet-smelling-in-bloom lavender and the exercises at the range sound like firecrackers at night. The rabbits are active out back, the weed-patch out front is in full growth. The back of the throat tastes of animal and chlorine and grass and woods and sweat.
To me that's summer. And I feel like all of it, and I feel fine. And as I feel this one last time, it's Fall.
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