Early or late. The first rainy afternoon after the leaves begin to fall is filled with magic.
It would be a shame to be shopping or in traffic when a squall drives through, because peering through your own homey windows in the changed atmosphere is a delight.
A symphony of rain, thunder, and hail sweeps through, followed by the wonderful fragrance of sage and something minty.
The darkened sky leaves a shower of little round jewels behind as a token of what is to come in bleaker days. The flow of seasons is nature's gift, and I feel lucky to be at home today to receive it.
I will miss the heat rising from the warm earth, but who would want to be absent at the turning of the ivy?
Or to deny the first blush of a romance with autumn?
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