If Halloween coming up in a week and the World Series right around the corner wasn't enough of a sign, this picture was taken by me, in my driveway, at 6:30 tonight.
The Red Maple in my front yard has turned, well, red and just a month ago where all those clouds are would have been the sun setting in the West.
Before Trot can pee in something other than the toilet it'll be pitch dark at 5 p.m., I'll be scouring the Internets looking for Hot Stove rumors and dreaming of Truck Day.
It's the tail end of another baseball year and I'm looking ahead. Again.
Simba and Pumba can go pound sand; the circle of life isn't some quote from "The Lion King".
It's the passing of another year of baseball.