Okay, I've had a few clues here.
One is that we're not yet halfway through August which makes it Still Summer. But I'm tripping over crispdry leaves outside that are spilling out of the corners in which they had congregated in corners earlier in the month. They are all green, but that doesn't fool me. I mean, they fell off the tree.
Another is that suddenly it's cool enough outside in the mornings that I need to wear sleeves (in April, I would have considered this balmy and gone sleeveless, but I'm putting that point down as another clue.)
A third: I've been baking. When it's heatwave season, I'm too busy being slumped on the floor in front of the air conditioner to think of something crazy like that.
Plus, have you noticed I've been writing in the diary lately instead of just posting a picture and maybe commenting on it? It's fall that always kickstarts the writing, for me.
Oh, and I'm thinking harder about what exciting things I want to be wearing soon. This mostly involves layers and layers of black, but still. The key word 'layers' is in there.
I suppose Spring is the same - you start getting milder moments in March, even when there's still snow on the ground. Seasons don't come and go by the calendar but in little steps - they are a process, like life. And like life, you gotta take those little reminders and recognize that what you have now is going.
This year though... I'm thinking that instead of shoring up for what's coming, like I usually do, I might just focus on enjoying what's left of Now.
(while finishing the cardigan I'm knitting for fall. Because I don't want to lose a moment of cool weather on not wearing it.)