Just lately I've felt the whispering touch of Autumns cool fingers. When I rise in the morning I reach now for a cardigan to throw over my shoulders and the windows stay tightly latched.
"Not yet," I whisper "it's still August, we're not ready for you." and today I was heard and the morning dawned warm and still and I think we have a few days of Summer yet to enjoy :)
I need a magical day today, a day to be Alice, to be a child again and lay beside a river, dreaming.