First day of Autumn
Today is the first day of Autumn. I have a mixed relationship with this season. It starts so sweet and subtly. A cool day here, the Sun angled a bit more there. The colored leaves and honking geese over head, and dry leaves and yellowed grass underfoot. Each day straining to give us that one last hurrah. One last poof of warmth, of sunshine, until it’s all spent. The leaves fallen, and dehydrated, leaving bare arms and twisted fingers contrasted with the sky. The breeze turns into gusts of sharp cold air. The Sun, tired, finds its place behind the horizon a bit earlier each day. Until Autumn has lost and the white flakes of surrender fall and Winter emerges.