Although the sun is still blazing from dawn till dusk, the two are getting closer at a clip. Mornings and evenings are becoming chillier by the day. And Motovun is emptying fast. Most of my friends who own houses in town are gone already. Tourists will keep coming for a few more months, but the crowds will get ever thinner, and then they will turn into a trickle. Shops, cafés, and restaurants will first adjust their schedules, and then they will start shutting down for the season. To my surprise, I am beginning to shut down, too. I am turning inward. For the second night in a row, I am returning home much earlier than the last few monts. I am seeking shelter of my home. I am longing for my own company. Feeling a tad guilty about my unfaithfulness toward myself, I am doing my best to make up for all the time squandered.