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The weather is starting to change. It is almost autumn. I was born in autumn. The first breath to fill my lungs was seasoned with the smoke of burning fields and dried leaves. When the days start getting shorter, I start to feel new again. I also feel tired. The morning comes too soon and I can't stop lying in bed. I don't go to bed any earlier either. I just get tireder. Right now the clouds are hanging low about to rain. The kids are in a stupor in front of the television. Clara just wet her pants. Isaac wants me to make him a bagel. Maddie is inside her show and can't break her gaze. Kristie is at a tennis match. I wish I had more energy. Sadly, it is still the middle of the summer. I always get fooled by the middle of August.