Blowing Rock, North Carolina. Photograph taken October 2001.
The air was crisp and cool this morning, carrying the elusive scent of late-blooming holly flowers. The temperature had dipped into the 40’s during the night for the first time since May. There had been a few teasing hints of cooler weather, especially over the last few days... but this was the Real Thing. Fall had finally arrived.
It’s only a matter of time before the leaves begin their annual spectral shift from the greens of the warm months to the bright reds, yellows, and oranges of early autumn. They’ll end up brown, desiccated, and shriveled - don’t we all? - but we’ll have a few precious weeks to enjoy their beauty, highlighted by the bright blue skies of Fall, before the dismal, dreary days of late November set in.
I love this time of year. It’s the between time, the time of change. There will be a lot of changes in these next few weeks, as both Elder Daughter and the Mistress of Sarcasm relocate to new lodgings... and I, as always, will hope that the changes are for the better in every way possible.
And now I will prepare to board the night train...
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