The breeze kicks up as I sit here and write. The air has the crisp, dry edge to it that marks the beginning of Fall. We sit on the edge of the season. The days are sunny and clear. The sun lowers earlier, and the nights have become cold. After a long glorious Summer, Fall is finally upon us. It is Spring in reverse, as the long warm days melt into dark snowy nights. The wheel continues to turn, apathetic to us all.
I take in a deep breath, taking in the smells. The air holds a deep mulchy scent that reminds me of new apples and dying leaves. It is a exciting time of year, and I have always looked forward to the change. Part of the beauty of New England is our changing seasons.