poliphilo | Where's My Twinge?

I remember standing on a particular patch of concrete, looking over a particular hedge at a particular view and feeling a twinge of sadness that summer was ending. It stands for all the other such twinges I've felt down the years- and forgotten about. This year I've felt no such twinges and it's getting a bit late for them to manifest. I expect them in August and it's now nearly October....