It’s mid-August, almost two months after the summer solstice. The days are getting shorter, and the mornings have a distinct hint of nippiness in them. Not enough to actually warrant wearing more clothing, especially when the Spanish sun rises and the days heat up to nearly 100 degrees. But the early mornings, right before the sunrise, do have a freshness about them that I haven’t felt since April. I have mixed feelings about the changing seasons. Change has always been hard for me. I’m a Taurus. I like things fixed, and solid, and dependable. But I also move around a lot, having lived in 3 countries and 4 states in…