There is no doubt.
Summer is about to bid farewell and another glorious autumn is on the horizon.
At first glance, the human eye doesn't see the transformation taking place.
But, you know it is happening.
You can feel it in the air.
The change is so subtle that it is just a whisper on your skin.
Everything is moving at a slower pace.
Taking time to savor the last sweet images of it all.
The beaches are once again left with only the sea birds to hear the crashing of the waves.
Where before there was a blanket of sun worshipers covering the sand, now only a lone dog and a far away sailboat can occasionally be seen.
The sights and colors of autumn are emerging.
The textures of a new beginning mixed with the fading greens of a final ending.
The garden is in the process of giving up its
last burst of color.
What started out as this...
Has turned into this...
And is ending up like this...
"The waves broke with a soft swish on the rocks below them, and the tang of the sea was in the strong fresh air."
Lucy Maud Montgomery, "Anne of Green Gables"
Ocean scenes photographed in Santa Cruz, California
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