I looked up from my work today and noticed there are a few red leaves on the scarlet oak.
Although the crickets are still hard at it, desperately wanting to mate before it gets too cold and their chirps wind down like clockwork, I suddenly realised that our long New Zealand summer is drawing to a close. A small, fleeting sweet-sad wave of happy nostalgic loss washed over me. It felt like the brown grass under paddling pools, crunching the leaves, and first frosts.
There's a tune - 'Theme From a Summer Place' - that perfectly portrays the feeling I had today. I was three or four years old when it was first released.