It was cold this morning, nearly like fall. We ate breakfast outside in the chill, but still had to start a walk by 7:45 before it got too hot. The temperature changes radically from night to day and this short window is the transition. There are other transitions I am noticing. The sun rose at 6:05, 20 minutes later than the last time I recorded it. And it is the first day of August, the last month of my summer. I never want to see it come and it always does.
