goodbye summer, hello autumn

The transition from summer to fall is palpable in Kenard Pak’s Goodbye Summer, Hello Autumn. I'm loving the book's gentle beauty, its strong visual narrative and how the seasons are protagonists in the story.

We're savoring the last weeks of summer here but are looking ahead to fall (which in our case, still has its fair share of searing days). However, the evenings bring hints of autumn as the air bears a little more dryness and a kind of electricity, an alertness; an anticipation of something to come. I love observing the seasonal transformations—as small and gradual as they are—and the feeling of change. We are moving forward. We are shaking off the depleting, soporific heat of summer. Is anyone else more productive in the fall?