There is a not so subtle cool in the air. The shifting of seasons has begun. Just like that, it happens. We sit in our houses, carry on as usual, and nature just knows how to morph. It feels a little like magic to me (not that I enjoy the cold weather, bet you didn’t know that), the idea that something that’s not run by humans has such precision. The earth is smart. When you look at it like that, it’s really very cool. (Too bad it can’t defend itself against our gross neglect.)