11 September 2007


It's an apples-and-caramel-dip kind of morning.

The air is laced with a soft chill and woodsmoke, heady and sweet like hickory. A sharp breathful is almost strong enough to taste. Here and there along the ryegrass, tapered fingers of sunlight poke through white sky, brightening beaded rain into a field of jewels.

The wind rustles with secrets, awakening me from summer's languid dream, my pulse stirred and quickened with the magic that heralds autumn.


Melissa said...

So jealous :( I posted earlier this morning about how much I am missing autumn.

carole said...

You are such a wordsmith. You captured the feeling perfectly. Here in central New York, autumn is the best time of year.

Morgan said...

Beautiful...I love the smell of hickory. It'll be November before it feels "fallish" here.

Love said...

beautiful...i adore fall. =)

Beki - TheRustedChain said...

Mmmmm, the perfect morning!

You paint the most beautiful picture with words! Seriously, I think this is one of my favorite blog posts ever.