Today is the last day of summer. The weather was a precursor of autumn - cool, the breeze almost chilly, sunny, with clear air even over the city giving sharp definition to the scenery.
I don't know if it has anything to do with the time of year, but I saw two cats out hunting today on the walk to work - I usually don't see any, and I'd not seen either of these before. Then, on the walk home, I saw a third - a young yellow tabby that I have seen before - very friendly, but several blocks away from his usual haunts.
There was just enough cloud in the sky tonight to hide the stars, but I could almost feel the fall constellations waiting up there for me.
Change is always happening. There are cycles, like day and night, and the annual seasons, that take us for a journey and then back again to the same place - but not quite the same. There's a constant longitudinal movement of time overlaying the cycles that never repeats. We can see that in the geological history of our planet, in the evolution of life on earth, and even in the experience of our individual lives, which are in constant change from conception to death.
There's no more change happening from today to tomorrow than between any other two days, but because we mark it as a change in the seasons it seems more significant. It's a cue to shift away from the exuberance of summer into a more introverted and pensive mood as the earth slowly goes to sleep over the next several months.
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