Journal Entry - September 10

You can feel the shift in the seasons today. Even though the equinox is over ten days away, I felt autumn's arrival yesterday. Maybe it was that we started up the furnace as the nightly low approached 40 degrees. Maybe it is that shorts no longer cover enough skin or that a sweatshirt seems a logical addition to the morning wardrobe. It's the rustle of dog feet among the first falling leaves of the maple out front. Something inside said, "yup, it's here." And that was that. You know it in the nostrils, on the skin. The frogs and crickets continue as if nothing has happened. They seem oblivious to the change. I know that autumn took up residence at Cousin's Island last night.