<![CDATA[If you stand outside and close your eyes, you can feel the gentle changes in the wind. Open your eyes, and you can see the subtle differences in the light and shadows that cast over the early mornings, late afternoons, and evenings. Sure, it's still July, for a few more days anyway, and yes it's still as hot as all get out and will be, at least here in Georgia, for a couple more months, but there's a noticeable shift. Like summer is preparing to take her final breaths, and before you know it, you're reaching for that sweater in the morning or watching the world around you trade its greenery in for hues of red and gold. Not quite summer, not quite fall — stuck somewhere between the magic of both seasons. ]]>