Tonight's the night!
Put on the socks, wrap a quilt around my head and shoulders, wrap my hands around a hot cuppa (for me, coffee) and sit on the porch.
It rained today, so the light is shimmering.
The lowering temperature has the air smelling so clean.
The clean smell of falling leaves and fading greens; of pollen-heavy goldenrod and foxtails, and all those plants.
of long darkened evenings and darkening days and long nights ahead when warmth is the best aroma and even in our electric or gas or other technology age, the scent of warmth calls to mind woodfires and cooked food and family.
Too soon the coming cold will be tiresome. The wet, dark evening will be an annoyance.
We'll be over it.
the plants will die, the greens will brown, and the trees will be bare.
But for now, for tonight, we can enjoy the changes in the air. We can cherish the passing of the seasons. We can await the coming hours of darkness knowing that, one way or another, the light will come again.
Eventually.
And the cuppa warms the hands, the nose, and the heart as surely as the socks and quilts warm the body
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