The acorn I found on the ground near my house I marveled at.  It was August 12 and the acorn was an harbinger of fall.  There were not many around.  Summer was only midway.

It was so perfectly round.  Its cap would not come off.  Before I know it the leaves will start coming down.  And next winter will come but there is always the illusion each season is here forever.  The acorn that fell in the middle of summer reminded me before we know the next season will be here.