Crisp air.
Clear, star filled skies.
A crunchy carpet beneath the feet.
A feast of color for the eyes.
The smell of fire embedded in the fibers of my clothes.
Soups.
Pies.
…a wee nip or two of whiskey.
My favorite time of year…
…when anything and everything seem possible.
Good things happen in October.
Throwing out my anchor.
Pulling up a chair.
Staying here awhile.
A crisp morning walk
…under a sky full of stars
I stop and arch my neck to take them all in
The crackle of leaves accompany us
The jingle of Finn’s leash and tags
…announce our coming and going
…as the wind whips at our faces
Bringing the smell of the earth
…and thoughts of corn mazes
Bringing a chill to our backs
….and thoughts of warm pie
….and a crackling fire
…and perhaps a wee nip of an aged bottle of some whiskey or another
These are the days that speak to me…
…stirring up thoughts of all things possible
…tossing them about, like the leaves that surround us
…and where the coolness of the outside
Brings light to all that is warm on the inside
…these days of Autunm