-- don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows. b.dylan--

the air is crisp.
and the sun is setting earlier.
and earlier.
each evening.

so i'm...

letting my toes sink into their last few patches of grass.

plucking baby tomatoes off the vine.

basking in warm light through sheeted windows.

and embracing the temperature as it drops.


i whisper to the winds.

welcome fall.

i'm ready for the sweaters. scarves. boots. and pumpkin lattes.
you bring.