The first of the leaves have started to appear on the deck. Not many, but enough to sweep up. I've begun lighting the candles some evenings. It's dark when I get up, and when I go to bed. September is coming soon enough, but it can take its time.
Cal's birthday was a few days ago, and he and a few friends were in and out of the water until dark. While they played, I watched a couple of immature eagles circling, gliding; searching, perhaps, for one last meal, or maybe just out for the joy of flight.