I've been thinking of this song on recent walks with Spike.
Our summer was mild, the first few weeks of autumn were warmer than usual. Now we're in the thick of fall. The air is crisp; the leaves a mélange of green, gold, orange and red.
It's dark when we get up in the morning, and sunset is creeping earlier each day.
Soon our dog park Fridays will be done for the season. I'll miss them.