A couple of weeks ago, Nate and I took the kids to a local school playground after dinner. It was a very warm day, even into the evening, and we knew it would probably be one of the last. Already trees are turning orange and yellow, and the mornings are quite chill. Soon we will have regular frosts and the days of walking around the house without slippers will seem like distant memories.
Good-bye, picnics in the park and walks to the playground.
Good-bye, open windows and warm breezes. Good-bye, bubbles in the backyard.