Late Summer Notes: A lament for summer's imminent passing!

30th August. One of the hottest days of the summer in London. Very hot sun which will go down early of course but when in the sky today had a lot of intensity. Not entirely unusual for this time of year of course. It's often fine and warm but the days seem to shorten very quickly even when the heat remains.  The exact opposite of the beginnning of summer when the days seem to lighten more and more quickly even though it's often rather nippy. The inexorable sense that summer is on it's way out is almost more intense with the summer determined to hold on and keep things hot. The older I get the more I lament the imminent disapearance of summer - perhaps the birds feel the same, they're very quiet today. Hardly seen anything, a dunnock or two and a blue tit, a few goldfinches twittering  and coming for dinner to their feeder - but if ever there was a case for living and enjoying the moment it's days like these where seeing is believing and believing is seeing. Summer is still here in this moment.  In this moment, it's beautiful, it's hot, it's still. And yet, I sense something. Maybe it's just me? What is it about human nature that makes us compare, judge and not just be. Of course conditioning plays a huge part but maybe circadian rhythms affect us more than we think and are not just for the animals.  Obviously our biological barometer noting the fading light, can't help but know that summer is on the way out. But it's our human side that gets emotional about it, I suspect the birds are not dwelling on it.