For a few weeks now I've noticed it is not as bright in the mornings when I rise. We have our balmy fall weather back now. (Notice the absence of my bitching about the cold recently?) This morning, as I stood waiting to cross the street, I realized not only was the sun lower in the sky, but it also appears to have drifted over to my right, a sure sign that we're tilting farther away from the sun. The sweetgum trees have begun to turn red. Soon I'll be surrounded by Foilage!
No, that's not a typo. FOIL-AGE!
Hello Fall! I welcome you with a cool wind in my hair and a waning sun upon my face. I breath deep the scents you bring. Wood smoke from fireplaces, the earthy, musty smell of dying leaves, the rustle of detritus on the ground all around me. You fade in and then fade out with all the elegance of a grand dame. You remind me to slow down, take in all that is around me, to absorb it, appreciate it, tuck it in, and let it prepare for its long sleep through winter.
From now until the winter rains come, Fall will energize me with vibrant colors, smells, and transitional energy.