On my way to work this morning the cool air and slanted, vacant light announced the end of summer. Leaves still thrived on certain branches, but limp yellowed fans were already beginning to show. Summer had slipped away unannounced and well ahead of schedule, leaving behind an echo of heat and an army of wasps. Straddling the edge of the sidewalk lay two grocery bags of rotten apples that someone had left there, perhaps abandoning them as they abandoned some idle hope of compost. I took several photos and found later that the camera had focused on the handles of the plastic bags and left the apples slightly blurred and unmolested by focal planes. It was the best morning of the year.