You see, summer is over. How do you know when it is over?
You know when you are tempted to approach the dusty unopened draw that has housed your socks for the last 6 months.
You know when you think twice about buying another 5 kilos of tomatoes for the Gazpacho. Hmmm, maybe a warm soup instead?
You know when clouds return from their summer vacation and park at the end of the valley for the word to come on down.
You know when hear the calling of the log shop from afar. Thats how you know.