and the seasons turn

Fall is coming. I could smell it last night, as I curled up on the couch and looked over the lake and watched the sun sink over the tree line. I could feel it as I walked down my drive way, barefooted and serene to check the mail. I love autumn. I love the way the Earth feels and the way the air moves. Everything goes up in brilliant flames and burns in brilliant hues. And the seasons turn.