I went for a run this morning and was surprised to notice that the first signs of autumn are already evident. A few yellow leaves were falling and a sporadic, cool breeze was blowing.
Even though we’ve been in NC for three years now, I’m still incredulous that August could be anything but the sweltering peak of heat and humidity that I knew for so long in Houston. I suppose this turning of the corner toward autumn happened when I lived in Virginia as well, but it was always hidden from me by football two-a-days.
Regardless, it is very welcome – especially when running! I love each of the seasons in different ways, but the times of transition between them are fun reminders that we live once again in a place with four of them.