Not often does this comic strip hit the mark – in my esteemed position of critic – but today it did.
When I first ambled outside to retrieve my outmoded form of communication, I inhaled the earthy aroma of Autumn, saw the ethereal filaments cast by spider spinnerets on their aerial highways, and gloried in the return of fall as I sneezed extensively. These morning are fulfilling to the soul – peaceful with gently wafting air, a stray bird basking in the sun, that same sun highlighting the dirt-speckled windows from past rains, Indian Paintbrush completely withered – all harbingers of the next season.
Of course I’ll soon close the doors and windows, turn on the air conditioning, and take that allergy pill. I don’t mind paying the price for this beauty as I view the tree already turning orange outside my kitchen door. This is my favorite season.
There is something in the autumn…