A glorious summer with its long run of sun has given way to fall. The temperatures have dropped. I love the change.
A new season comes along just in time. Right when we had begun to yawn and glance at the clock.
Frosty breath in the morning. The familiar feel of my coat. Darker days. Longer nights.
And the leaves scurrying out in every direction under the headlights' beam on slick streets. They scatter like a flock of songbirds, startled into flight.
Or a coven of tiny witches, racing into the shadows, cackling as they go.
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