It's happening, part 2

After the creeping green of spring comes the fading yellow of summer. Lush hues give way to dry tones that hint of dust and earth. The colors start to look tired and depleted. It's so gradual that I don't even notice until suddenly, even the blue sky is worn thin. The summer heat feels shriveling, sucking moisture out and away heedlessly. It's not malicious, just thirsty. The sun stretches his reach and the days last until sweet evening coolness relieves the glare of day. The smell of mown grass mixes with a warm breeze to concoct a dizzying aroma.

The shift of the seasons promises change. New summertime adventures beckon with the promise of a fresh school year starting soon. Reinvention awaits; what will you do with the gift of revolving weeks?