We were almost home after having taken a long walk on a warm and humid afternoon.

Carol looked at her watch. “I thought it was later than it is,” she complained.

“What time is it?” I said.

“Five thirty,” she said.

I glanced up at the sun. “It should be seven thirty,” I said. “The sun is setting way too early now.”

We continued complaining about the rapidly shortening days. It still feels like summer, but it’s starting to look like autumn.