crickets sing at night now and the air
smells fresher. Summer sun wanes; days can still be very warm, nights are earlier and cooler.
Walking through neighborhoods and parks, leaves rustling in ongoing breezes; preparing for their show of colour. The sense of temperature and seasons smells pervade. The wane giving way to balance; Mother Sun and Grandmother moon becoming equal again. Soon.
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