It became fully apparent today that seasonal changes are upon us here in the Nation’s capital.
Signs that summer is drawing to a close:
- School starts today, or so Channel 4 told me on the elliptical this morning. (Apparently—and sadly—that calls for more cops on the Metro.)
- Wearing a short-sleeve shirt meant my arms felt a bit of crispness in the air this morning.
- The shindig I went to on Saturday was called a “late summer garden party.”
- The jeweler I walked by saw fit to hang this in the window:
It’s August, so naturally I expect winter-themed decorations at all fine establishments. (Perhaps the proprietor was trying to be ironic by hanging snowflakes in August. I’ll grant you that. But when goosebumps rise on my arms because of the bite in the air, the irony doubles.)