The wall leaned away.

A week is just enough to be aware of time passing without being overwhelmed by change, or surprised by it. The leaves are turning at the Botanical Garden, and fall is absolutely on its way. Encroaching, even. Yellow's dappling the bigger trees, enough to break up the green without yet swallowing it up, and there's no point in being upset about it right now. I had my summer - not as much of it as I wanted, that strange limbo and internalized displacement of nowhere to go, and nothing to do, and not being able to either do anything to go anywhere. It might change, though. I have that to look forward to.