Not Quite Fall

Sitting on my front porch on a cool Sunday morning is one of my favorite things to do.  I take a deep breath and fill my lungs with the crisp morning air.  I hear the bird sounds and if I pay attention I can identify the different calls in the way one might pick out a particular instrument in an orchestra playing a Mozart concerto. I focus on a particular call, appreciate its tonality, wonder what it means, then pull myself back and listen to it in the context of all of the morning sounds, eventually losing my handle on it but maybe picking up on another interesting call.

The sky is not quite overcast.  Every so often I see shadows appear when the clouds move apart just enough to allow the morning's like to beam through in its full intensity.  After a few minutes the light is diffused again by the could layer and the temperature seems to dip noticeably.   The breeze carries the warmth and the coolness equally.  When the sun is shining a warm, smooth, cuddle of a breeze wafts across the porch and when the sun hides behind the clouds, a crisper, edgy, fall breeze makes its appearance.

It will be warm today, in the mid-80s the weather prognosticators tell us, but they remind us too that we have turned the corner and that fall weather is on its way.  Some people mourn the end of summer.  I, on the other hand, am more inclined to view the coming fall with anticipation and thankfulness.