Frost

The early frost on the grass this morning signals that summer is really over. The chilly morning breeze reminds me that summer finally bid farewell. The foggy morning gives me a preview of what it will be like every morning from this day on.

But the grass is still green. The dew drops are cold on my toes. The maple leaves on the trees are turning yellow. Summer will be over soon but my memories of this summer will always be fresh.