The End of the Line
We're into meteorological fall and if I have a second favorite season...no, that's the holiday season, Halloween through New Year's...okay, meteorologically, it is fall. I'm fortunate enough to live in the True North, where the colors can be spectacular for a few weeks; the days, sunny with bright blue skies; temperatures which require sweats or jeans and sweaters and also insist that the Flip Flops be returned to their hiding place in the closet. I always bid them a fond farewell and thank them for their fine work over the past few months, reminding them their sojourn in the storage boxes is temporary and once the Spousal Unit ™ returns his Santa Suit to its Christmas bag, it will only be a matter of days before they hear, "Who wants to go to Florida?" The air takes on a distinct odor, carried on the increasing volume of wind, as we move away from summer. It smells like September--just a little less full of summer breeze and more impending crispness....