Despite the fact that it is the middle of August, I dig out my winter coat from the closet. In its midst, summer seemed like a fixed state. It was hard to imagine that there would ever be anything but heat and light. That there would ever be anything but birds flitting between the hedges and lazy afternoons at the park. But now, the season is slowly undoing itself. There is a chill in the air and the light has taken on a watery, washed-out quality. In a few weeks, summer will seem unfathomable.
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