Writing

Turning Point

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The brisk mornings suggest pumpkin spice lattes, and the afternoons beg for lemon ice.

The stark difference between the coolness of shade and burning heat of direct sun.

The sunflowers stretch their long necks toward blue sky next to the first stray fallen leaves scattered across the lawn.

The shrill brakes of the school bus, and excited chatter of neighborhood kids accompany hot afternoons darting through the sprinkler.

The smell of burgers sizzling on a neighbor's grill drifts on the breeze as twilight inches earlier.

Flip flops on the bottom, hoodies on the top.

Kiddie pools and Football

Ice cream and Apple Cider

It's that time where the unmistakable characteristics of both seasons ebb and flow, coexisting and taking turns.  Fall will continue to gain ground, tipping the scales toward all things autumn; pumpkin and football and hot tea on rainy fall afternoons.  One day at at time.