Late summer

It's always bittersweet when the crisp fall air nudges out the summer warmth. Every year about this time I get a feeling of nostalgia and a tiny bit of sadness. The pessimist part of me worries that we're back in it for the long haul of short grey rainy days and I didn't do enough summer stuff while I could. But the optimist side keeps dreaming of cozy fall sunny days, snuggling into knit sweaters and kicking leaves around. I'm trying to listen more to my happy optimist voice (she's much more pleasant).