Time is tipping toward autumn here, finally, releasing us from eighties and nineties to seventies and eighties - and cooler at the sea. Some of our neighborhood trees are hinting at color, as if they have requested an earlier chance at falling than later November, when they fell last year. I think they are tired, ready for their long, slow exhale before the spring comes in to refresh.
We've gone to the sea again with friends - twice this weekend, and now two weekends in a row, to be washed in the sound of the waves and the emptier beaches and the humid breeze coming off the water.
After the heat-drowsy summer our native neighbors wondered if we'd survive, it feels like a coming-alive, like exuberance.
(Images © Informal Moments Photography)