It's still steamy, still bordering on unbearable, but now the knowledge that it will end becomes more tangible. Mornings are refreshing, not as heavy with heat. It's still a sweaty business just existing, but it's not too long before I can bring the long-sleeve t-shirts out of mothballs. Stepping out of work to the sounds and smells of a Falcons preseason tailgate the other night was bracing, exciting. It felt like the start of something good.
I've said it many times before: autumn is my favorite time of year here. This one promises to be good.