At some point in late August or September, the wind shifts.  This is, perhaps, more metaphorical than meteorological.  Yet, a storm will come through and in its wind is the coming winter.  There is a sharpness to the wind, not of temperature, but air quality.  A wild, clean scouring brush…the witches’ broom perhaps?  I love fall, especially the wild darkness of November.  We aren’t there yet.  But, the aftermath of today’s thunderstorms is unmistakable.  No doubt, hot, humid weather will return.  But it is losing.