Autumn Almost Over.

Autumn, has come and gone here in Botswana all but unnoticed. Most of the trees haven't changed, those that have did because of a lack of water. Not exactly the beautiful north American Autumn.

 Not exactly an inspirational time of year here unlike in North America. The days are cooler, and the nights have grown ever so slightly longer, not like in Michigan where you get only four hours of light in the winter, but they are still shorter. the nights have actually gotten to be cold enough to where I have to sleep with a feather blanket, but then again I find 45 degrees Fahrenheit nippy; so that could just be me.

To be honest, I didn't even realize that autumn had already come and gone (I know, there's still a few days left, but still), after experiencing a Michigan autumn. In a way it's strange and in away it's not. The first three years we lived here, I lived in a world devoid of time beyond day and night, hot and not, wet and dry. The names months went unspoken, we judged the seasons by what he could see of them. We knew it was winter when it got to freezing at night, we knew it was summer when it was to hot to expend any energy at all; in fact I think the sun burnt the calories out from beneath my skin. That was how time was measured.

When we went back to the States, we were yet again bound by time, the clock and the calender and that's pretty much how it has stayed for most of my family. But not me. Any way.

The sun doesn't scourge the ground any more, the waves from the ground no longer distort every thing farther away than twenty feet. The nights have grown pleasantly cool, and the road no longer burns your feet. The birds have become frolicsome, awaiting the call to the north. Vivaldi's seasons, are on the breeze and puppies are playfully bounding up and down the yard. This is tropical Autumn.