Snow on the Mountains

Snow on the mountains in September. How is that even a possibility? Not even a week ago I woke up to see that the leaves on the trees had turned bright orange over night. The first day of Autumn isn't even until September 23. How could the mountains change from summer, to Fall, to winter in one week? How do I go from desiring a raspberry cream frappuccino to a cinnamon dulce milk steamer in one week? How do I go from shorts, and sandals to boots and pants overnight? How do I deal with summer ending so suddenly, and winter sweeping autumn away before it even had a chance to take a foothold? The homesickness I felt last night is spilling over into today. I have seven days until my Mom and Dad come to visit my kids and help me move into my new apartment. I hope that those seven days pass as fast as the last seven have.