Old Man Summer

Summer is quickly starting to seem like an old man to me.

As far as the season goes, it's getting too old to cut the mustard. I was hearing what sounded like locusts today. Which I usually associate with the onset of fallopause. Cold flashes.

The trees look tired. The squirrels are carrying around food. It's cooler than usual. The sky looks gray.

The last hurrah can't be too far off. Everything is accelerated. Nature's giving up.