Sounds of fall

Only one day left of August ... and Tuesday September hits.  There is a chill in the morning air, the comforter stays on all night, cozy is a word that I think of in the morning, and even the wind sounds different.  The leaves sound crisp without the heaviness of the humidity.  Rain drops sting a bit as they hit my skin and the sweatshirt has come out of the closet.   But last night we needed another trip to the beach.  Even the lion is wondering if summer really has to end.