Already, the days get shorter

While it is still summer, hot, sticky, and all that it should be, moments of the change to come are present. Like today, as I approached our building in the late afternoon. And yes, the days are already getting shorter. A breeze swept by that carried a few swirling leaves of some sort, depositing them at my feet. And with them, that familiar feeling of deja vu and endings. Yes, that time of the year is approaching, again. I notice it doesn't seem to change, does it? Summer always ends, autumn looms and winter is not far behind. But I get ahead of myself. That feeling that creeps over me, familiar yet unsettling, causing my stomach to churn. Like I've seen a ghost. What is it? A sadness, yes. The reminder that time marches on. Suitcases get packed, sons go away to explore the world. As they should. An anniversary approaches, again. Ah, yes. That explains it.