That feeling when the sun sets a little earlier, and you feel summer slipping out of reach

I always say that I write to keep up with the days—it's Tuesday, I think.
Cowboy working Sunday really threw me off track, but I'm at least partially sure it is Tuesday.

I really don't have anything to write.
Today was just another day.

September walks past my window, and the wind whispers in the voices of old men and dry leaves.

Today is Labor Day, the start of meteorological fall.
Already the evenings feel shorter—the sun lingers less, and dusk comes earlier.
September is that golden month—not yet cold, but the blazing heat of summer slowly fading.
Every year I notice the change: shorter days, cooler mornings, school routines returning, and the remembrance of 9/11.

With respect and honor for those whose daily labor shapes the life of our communities.