"Rushing feet cooled by chilly cement pavement forces windows closed and turned up chairs on porches."


"No more night sounds or cooling off dewy ******* while trying to catch that breeze which brought night's scent."


"Gone are the tall wet thirst quenchers that now compete against frosty opponents on the other side of the door."


"Tamed hairs beneath hats understand their season of gapping winds are but gone for now, replaced by stiff crispy swirls of air."


"Yet this is earth's annual sigh from the clutches of a sun kissed radiation demanding coolness into our enclosed spaces."


"Sip slowly, remember fondly, til the next season is upon us, bringing with it a hope and joy of a new morrow."