Everything is a little different. Darker mornings, short evenings; the sun’s path dropping each day. Seeking sun rather than shade; a fuzzy blanket rather than a fan. The boozy smell of wasted crab-apples raked into the compost. Wasps, pushed out of their nests, pissed off and angling for a fight. A riot of magenta Echinacea blooms now quelled to taupe-tinged pink. Locking doors and thinking twice about where it's safe to be. Communities anguished by two damaged men and a kni