Fall

In this land we have all four seasons. Each one holds the air and the light differently, it is felt when it changes. The back of summer has been broken and fall has blown in. It pushed in yesterday, cloudy, on a goosebump wind and has now settled quiet on the city.

The cool temperatures are a melancholy relief from the scorch of summer. There is easy cool air to breath but gone is the press of sunshine on bare shoulders. The city will bustle with the beginning of the new season. We will hustle our children out of bed and off to the first day of school. We will rush ourselves to work and to our errands... We will be readying ourselves for the coming seasons - trying to make the most of what we have right now...