There is no doubt I feel it everywhere. The grass is washed in morning mist when cool winds rush amids the salty air.

The tinting of the trees, soft blue yet hazy sky, the slanting of the sun. It won't be long a wait when autumn leaves will start to fly.

I see the silver maple limbs dance in he wind for they too know that summers gone and soon will deep in slumber dream of early days of spring.