Funny how we get so used to our sunshiney days. The jorts [jean shorts… obvi], the over-sized sunglasses, the bikes abounding…
The nights of a light sweater. More bikes. Dinner at 9 because it’s finally getting dark. Still in jorts.
And then a breeze comes, a chill and so different from yesterday, you want to hibernate.
The temperature drops to the forties and the town retracts like a sand crab to it’s shell at your flashlight presence.
It’s all the sudden cups of tea, slippers, Bon Iver, your favorite sweater and finding new favorite artists.