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This morning my window was a time machine, and from it I witnessed the change of seasons. I seem to have this experience at the waning of each summer, when the sunlight starts getting lazy and then one day decides to trade in its straight standing blasting high contrast white light with a lackadaisically leaning warm orange glow. The air begins to lift and cool and this familiar yet ephemeral feeling makes a homecoming entry and memories come flooding back. Its like the years fold over on themselves and crease on this very moment, year after year, and i notice it every time around.

If we go forward in the time machine we will see that very soon that the day will come when the evil axis powers of heat and humidity will surrender to the good guys and the victory of fall will be celebrated by the alliance of soft light and shaking leaves in gentle breezes. It happens every time around.