There are days left still when it will feel like summer. For a moment it might be easy to forget that we are moving in an arc away from the sun -- but the smell in the air gives the change away. The woods this afternoon smelled like someone had opened the door to an enormous spice cabinet -- and like it had rained vanilla last night instead of water. It's curious to me that the smell of decay can be so appealing.
The clouds broke at sunset and Will and I sprinted over the hill and watched as the orange fire burst and faded over the lake. Then we took the long way home, holding hands and spinning like kids (well, one of us is) under the streetlights as they hummed to life in the dusk.
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