I Think It's Time To Admit It's Not Summer Anymore

The sky is grey today, and the wind is blowing the snow into swirls and eddies. Neighbors are having to clear off their windshields before they drive. The last leaves are making thier final departure and descent to the ground, where they'll disintigrate and dissolve into nothing - just memories of sweet summer.
It'll be months before the sun warms my bare skin again. Months before a warm breeze will dance with my hair and play in the trees. Too long before the kids can run in the grass, carefree.
Now is the time for sleep.