I always look for it, every year. Sometime in August, there is a day that gives you a hint that the season is starting, slightly to turn. Today was the day. I noticed a different tang to the air rather than the usual humid heaviness that we experience in the middle of summer here. Although the high was in the mid 80's yesterday and today it will be 87, the air experienced a coolness that can only be attributed to sun not being around quite as long as it was a month ago. G-dog and I walked with a lighter step and I began to notice other things that told of the coming changes. The acorns are starting to fall, half eaten ones crunching under my feet, tiny green ones shaken from the branches. There are holes starting to appear in my flower beds, squirrels hiding their stash or stealing another's. The rabbits seem to be munching everything they can pack into their cheeks and all the woodland creatures are looking a bit pudgy.
Fall is my favorite season and this change signaled something in my brain to smile the rest of the walk, thinking of the evenings we'll spend around the outdoor fireplace, sipping wine and just enjoying the sounds and scents of the season.