time is flickering by and with it so are the seasons.  i can still remember the smell of the australian autumn: remnants of childhood dancing in the fallen leaves.

now it is time for the sun to stay up later.  the ending of august welcomes summer’s beginning.  it still feels backwards to me but there is still something cleansing, remarkably refreshing about the transition of winter to warmer days.

we revitalize.  we rejuvenate.  we shed our dark layers, brighten up and roam the streets outside, already to play.