Each year around this time there comes a tipping point of sorts that tells me that fall has really arrived. It's not when the days turn cooler, which can happen around here before Labor Day. Nor is it when the leaves begin to turn. It's the moment when I realize that the daylight shadows have reached a certain length and the sunlight has acquired a quality that is hard to describe. Maybe it's the weakness of the light. The sun has been dropping in the sky since June, but it happens so gradually that I don't notice it until it suddenly hits me. Yesterday provided this year's moment on an early afternoon stroll:
It's fall.
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