We can feel it in the ever-cooling air, see it in the ever-darkening evenings, sense it as we see leaves curl up their edges, lose their vibrant green and depart their trees, sometimes float gently down, sometimes whizz to ground on a wind-fuelled rapid descent.
Time marches on, irrespective of the wishes of those of us who would cling to those embers of a favourite season (me!).
But, with each passing day, next summer is one day nearer! Not so bad after all!