There is something in the wind that announces a change, even before a single leaf turns. The rustling sounds differ from that of mid-summer. You can hear it the minute you walk outside one day. Then you feel it. The warmth is not like that of summer either. It is softer and more gentle, perhaps kinder, though just as heated. It makes you stop and notice, perhaps retrieve a childhood memory of the days growing shorter.
The prequel to my favorite season, these treasured days. I allow them to bestow their gifts, as I cling to the remnants of summer…
Autumn is my favorite season too
You have always had a way with words.
Down here the winds have also changed. Warmer and with the message that summer is around the corner. And true enough we’ve already had grass fires and back burning !
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