The calendar is meaningless when it comes to how it feels. Honestly.
Sure, we look at equinox and solstice as the 'official' change of seasons, but the heat always lingers longer than it's wanted.
It finally broke. I stood outside the other day and felt the air. It was no longer the warm, wet air of summer. It was crisp. I felt the dryness of the air wanting to pull moisture from my skin. I saw my breath this morning before work.
I've waited long for this. My winter wardrobe is vastly superior to my summer attire, and I'm a vain old fool.
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