Two leaves fluttered slowly down, twisting, turning, toiling as they floated down from the tree along the road. Delightfully dancing as the season beckons them to fall.
Is autumn here?
I quiver with delight at the thought.
This morning I woke up to the first real sense of autumn. The temperature was in the mid-60s and it was wonderful. When one can step outside and feel a coolness in the air that hasn't been felt in five months, it is good reason to smile and dwell in thankfulness all day long.
And that is precisely what I did.
The weather was weather. Chilled, misty, rainy, then clearing and sunny. Set that cycle on repeat. That is the definition of weather, and I love it. It felt like England. Unpredictable in the grey and misty coolness. Staying cool all day.
The rains that come are light, starting and ending with a misty rain that makes me think I could be in the UK, where fog and mist rise often (and possible at any minute) creating a feeling of enchantment. My yard became an enchanted garden, where the blooms pop brightly, and the layers of plants go on further, like entering the wardrobe and going deeper into a place full of richness and beauty.
When I looked out my window I thought I was looking out at the quadrangle in which I recently stayed in Oxford, just for a second.
I will continue to look for these tiny signs of autumn.
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