Two days ago, the Texas sun had an edge to it that warned of summer.  The air temperature was cool–still in the 60s–but the burn on my cheek told me that we were closer to real heat than I had suspected.  No early crocus to hint of spring.  The insistent sun was summer’s opposite to fall’s fresh nip in the air.

I know there’s time before shorts and sundresses become a necessity.  I still need my sweatshirt in the morning.  But I feel like the Texas sun gave me a look, like an animal just before it bites.