Cooler air arrived last night. Perhaps summer has at last departed this unbearably hot land.
The start of autumn turns my sights northward, recalling our younger days of colorful melancholy in the falls we spent in Ohio. There is nothing quite like the waning of the year in the American Midwest. When the crops are in and the fields ready for their snowy covering, we would watch the leaves swirl downward in a colorful waltz of vanishing life. It almost made bearable the anticipation of winter.
[Daily post 069 of 260 in my year-long challenge.] ♨