As I walked through the door I started to notice the first signs of the coming of the fall. The elusive smell in the air, the tree on the backyard loosing its red leaves, and although I know that we probably still have a few good weeks, but something squeezed my heart as I realized that summer soon will be over. The little sweet nostalgia about hot summer days. I love fall, but it makes me a little bit blue as a premonition of the upcoming winter hibernation. There is a sense that maybe I should hurry and do a little bit more summer stuff.