I have Bemba Colora stuck in my head as I bike home from marimba ensemble, 2 hours later than my usual commute. The sun is lower, the heat is no longer as brutal as it is at 5:00. I swerve my bike around the street in time to the music in my head. Over the next few Wednesdays, it will continue to get darker and cooler on this ride home.
I love the beginning of fall semester.