Hoodies and flip-flops suddenly become commonplace.
The cool wind catches the climbing ivy in waves like a vertical sea.
You can smell it.
It caught me again this morning as I awoke with the windows open to romping kittens and crisp air filling my senses with a need to burrow. I feel the sleep of the land creeping around the edges, my own want of hibernation just stirring.
The cycle continues. Feel it turn...
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