And I'll tie a string around my finger

It's easy in August to forget about September. Fall isn't so far away and he told me that once in a while he could feel the seasons changing. I can't. The bike had erased what memories I have of a recession of heat and the replacement with cool breezes and cardigans. But he was right, there would be a change soon, and with it would come the pumpkins and the long blue jeans and a break in the weather. Autumn makes it's presence known a bit later here in the south, but it's well recieved. Neighbors hang cobwebs from their front porches and I turn a year older. Every year it's the same, a constant parade of time that brings me to the point of one more candle on my cake and one more year of lessons learned. Sometimes I like to think that I can slow it down, break down the seconds so that they tick two beats in between instead of one. But recently time has sped up, and before I know it it's last call and then a few seconds more and the sun is coming up. Yes, fall is coming and all we have to do is survive the summer.