the last rose of summer

i know. i do it every year: jump the gun on autumn. but yesterday, yesterday, yesterday...i could see it happening. and even though we're back to summertime weather today, the secret's out and it can't be put back.

Little: "look! clouds, mama!"

"I love the way

The tattered clouds
Go wind across the sky

As summer goes
And leave me
With a tear in my eye

...I'm taking out my winter clothes..."

- tom waits

{see ya, summer}