I’m sitting on a patio in a backyard of a suburban neighborhood in Knoxville. Beyond the line of trees and low bushes that block this yard from the next I can hear a basketball bouncing and occasional voices of children. The air is cool but comfortable against my skin. Yesterday walking along the Tennessee River the sun was summer hot. The roses in the front of the house are dimming in the light and the white fence that encloses the patio gleams in the dusk. It’s past 8:30 and just now getting dark. Traveling south and west this time of year is delightful, bringing me further into the warming and day-lengthening season. I’m relishing this fast forward season.