I wonder how many essays, articles, and passages of books have pondered the arrival of autumn. On a day like this, it’s hard not to, and I would imagine that few topics have received the attention as the arrival of a new season. Today is, after all, the first day of fall. I awoke in darkness and looked down on the rain slick street below, adorned with streaks of lamp post orange. The morning was grey and breezy. Even now the breeze pulls puffs of cloud like craft cotton turtle shells, but a brilliant blue sky presides above. This day is quintessential fall. I hope it is an indication of the months to come.
Advertisement
