There is no doubt that a seasonal change is on the way. I looked out the window last night as we finished our prayers and it was dark outdoors at half past 8. The sun slants in through the west from a different angle so that the shade of the pecan tree falls only across half the double window in the living room. As I looked across the field, I noted that the oak tree on the far border of Sam's land is lightening it's color. This morning we were up early, before sunrise and the sunrise was spectacular. We've seen only the most washed out faded sort of morning skies all summer but this morning was full of glory. I feel almost as though someone should be playing "The Party's Over Now". Yes, a bit of drama over summer's ending notes, but you know the older I get, the less I look forward to seasonal changes and the less I feel sure that Autumn is my favorite.