Helaine and I were watching baseball on TV this weekend. The announcers were making reference to something impossible to avoid as a viewer–long, dark shadows stretching across the field. I remember seeing them even as a kid. It’s a sign the season’s almost over.
I know from an official astronomical standpoint summer’s still chugging along. For weather June/July/August are the unofficial rule. August is gone!
I walked across the Green to get a sub tonight. It was 7:30 PM. The sky was darkening. The Sun was low enough for clouds to be tinged in red.
Everything’s a sign. Everything’s a reminder.
The weekend’s breeze rustled the leaves. They were too supple to make this kind of noise a month or two ago. Soon they’ll litter my driveway and lawn.
Tomorrow a cold front will pass through. There will actually be colder air behind.
I don’t like where this is headed.
I can hardly wait until pitchers and catchers report.