Did summer really fall?

I exited the parking garage and cautiously crossed the sidewalk; emerging myself and my car to the open evening sky. Immediately I was flooded with sweeping and unexpected emotion. I don’t know what to call this particular emotion, but it lies somewhere between nausea, discouragement, and nostalgic sadness.

The evening sky was a field of dark lilacs – the color of dusk. Further darkening this celestial field and bolstering the ominous feel, were ghostly rain clouds; dark, spooky and beautiful.

It isn’t supposed to be dark when I leave the gym. Can summer really be over? Shouldn’t I have some say in this?

It was the best of times… suppose I was having too much fun to notice.