Today my granddaughter is setting off for her first day of sixth grade. She is busy picking out the exact right outfit, putting all the required papers in her backpack, and wondering who of her friends will be in her class this year. It’s only the middle of August, but already fall is in the air. The buckhorn trees are turning brown, the fields have are golden. Cherries, apricots and peaches are a memory. The markets are full of melons, grapes and apples. The temperature is still hot, but the summer light is gone in the early mornings, replaced by cool breezes and different shadows.
The world is turning.