Fall

Fall

I felt it. It hit me like a smack in the face. Cold air. Ran up my legs as I let the cat out. Lucky for slippers, oatmeal in the rice cooker and a hot pot of coffee. Even as I lament this change, I bear a love of this season. I eventually warm up to the cold and the dark. In no time I am immersed in the fresh and bountiful beauty.