There is a different slant of light. The kettle whistles nearby as my husband and I discuss the weather. Despite the cool air, this morning, in protest I wear a tank top. My arms exposed and chilled. As we sit out in the garden swallowed by pink, yellow, and purple evidence of summer, uneasiness settles within. My mind wanders to the near future. Some plants have withered and will soon transform to varying shades of brown with the entire plot following. Natural process. It is always the same these last few weeks in August, yet I get the same feeling in my gut. I just don’t like it. Once fall fully emerges, I actually embrace the colors, the crisp air, the cozy layering and all that goes with it. With this straddling of summer and fall-I must accept and find the beauty in this divine cycle.