Impatient leaves vacate their arboreal home…
Floating softly to the earth they rustle ever-so-slightly while skipping across the yard…
Nudged along by a balmy breeze on a lazy summer afternoon, they playfully jump and twirl over the dried-out lawn…
The air is void of chattering birds; frogs have long been silent; spiders scurry about while looking to hide inside; bashful sunflowers hang their heads.
In the stillness of the summer air, a hushed whisper seems to say…
“Fall is coming.”
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