Autumn

The season is over. Brown people are beginning to look yellow, white shoes have been cleaned too often and white clothes have not been cleaned often enough. It is no use pretending the summer can last forever; no one wants it to. We are tired of the sea and sailboats, we are tired of cold consommé on terraces, we are tired of wearing shorts and of sleeping after lunch. Let us face the fact that the days are growing shorter and the evenings are getting cool. It is time now to think of trains, old tunes, blankets, and friends. It is time to write letters and balance accounts.