The Sound of Silence.

You can feel it in the air.
Summer is slowly drifting away.. the hot, sticky nights slowly becoming cooler, slowly becoming darker.
The breathing, in & out, in & out of sleeping babies and sleeping children next to the white noise of the fans in being replaced with the ruffling of bedcovers by children clad in pajamas instead of their bare, clammy, skin against cold sheets.

Soon the sound of lawnmowers will be replaced with the scratch, scratch, scratch of rakes on lawns as the confetti from the trees is bagged and thrown away, the last remnants of life from the trees.. as they go quiet until next time.
After that, will be the scraping of snow shovels and the crunching of snow beneath your feet.

Soon it will be school lunches and hot chocolate instead of sandwiches on the picnic table and ice cream treats. It will be layers and zippers and "I have to pee" once you're all bundled up.. instead of cartwheels in a bathing suit on the front lawn.

Soon the nights will get longer and the days will get shorter, and we'll find ourselves wondering where the time has gone, once again.

Winter isn't found amongst my favourite of seasons, it's true, but there is so much to look forward to. So until then, we will keep changing with the seasons, keep trudging through this life, optimistic as to what is around the next bend.