I awoke from my cocoon and arose with anticipation. A new sun lingered behind the nearest ridge and high, wispy clouds splashed with purples, oranges, and pinks a slow rising curtain for this new day. Perhaps Sun was too comfortable in her warm sleeping bag to be up at this hour. I chuckled at the thought. Through my nose chilled air stretched my lungs to that very fullest point where they can expand no more. The first, delicate frost highlighted the edges of grass and leaves while threads of mist twirled up from the lake like Suffis endlessly spinning.
Autumn signals endings and anticipates new growth some day way around on the other side of the sun. Today I am content with crisp air and browning leaves.