Last night, I stayed up until the calendar turned to November 1st.

This morning, I went on a walk with my mom and I saw a pine bough, laden with crystal water.

Today, I wore an orange shirt with an orange vest. I drank pumpkin tea. I listened to the radio.

This afternoon, I cozied up in a quilt with a cute little brother and watched Andy Griffith shows.

It isn't summer anymore. The air is chilly. Some nights, on the other side of the windowpane, the wind and rain dance savagely with the trees, a dangerous dance, a ripping dance. They are wild, they are untamed, they are free.

It is truly fall. I am glad.

1 comment:

Marv said...

Beautiful! Thanks