is with us now...and it is crisp and cool bright and sharp... yet days like Sunday held the memory of summer's warmth in its grasp. I walked out of my little home wearing my bright blue bomber jacket - the first time for the season - figuring I would need it in the crisp autumn air... but alas - it produced a belt of sweat once I tied it around my middle during my leisurely walk downtown. What a glorious warm day this Sunday turned out to be! Lucky me - I was able to go for an energetic walk by the ocean's edge with my lovely niece. The leaves of the Sumac tree outside my bedroom window are slowly changing to vibrant red. I notice a brighter and brighter view each morning - and notice an earlier and earlier sunset in return. The days grow shorter, the clothes grow more important as the chill night air sets in during my evening walks. I will grieve this loss of bright sunlight, yet I know I will embrace the warmth of my little fireplace and the comfort of my warm wool clothing, stockings and boots of autumn and our coming winter. The warmth needs be internal for autumn and winter... yet I hope my inner warmth shines through all the seasons.
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