Originally uploaded by BCharmer
Going outside this morning, it is windy and sunny and cold. The sounds are of leaves, discarded by their branches, scraping the pavement. The school flagpole clangs and flaps and the attention of birds and other wild creatures turns toward survival; the audible concentration of busy-ness fills the air. I myself am thinking of apples, squash, and picking my green tomatoes with hopes of their ripening on windowsills. It is good to be alive to witness this change of season. I am filled with hope and love.