It’s early Saturday morning. The sun is barely peaking up over the Atlantic. There is a crispness in the air and a soft layer of dew covering the top of the grass in your front yard. You lean up against a post, starring at a waving black flag as it whips in the wind. The yellow bird prominently flying high. Prolific. Proud.
They’re coming.
You take a sip of coffee as you shiver; not from the early Autumn breeze but from the feeling you get. It’s finally here. You start to think about what the day, the months, the season is going to bring.