Like fine lines around the mouth and eyes, the Creeping appears gradually—one day, nothing, the next mysteriously there.
The wind signals its arrival and whispers its coming through branches and leaves. The hazy film of heat and humidity yields to its presence and fades into memory.
The mornings dawn bright, crisp.
Dusk falls cool and crystal clear.
The Creeping carries the scent of fresh wood and evergreen. Lingers on the tongue.
T-shirts give way to sweat-shirts. Shorts to jeans. Tennis shoes for sandals.
The Creeping invites its friends: football, apple cider, Halloween, and Jack Frost to travel by its side.
Days are shorter. Daylight savings times begins.
Mother Nature paints her leaves bright orange, brilliant red, and striking yellow in celebration.
The Creeping has arrived.
Fall is here.
I like fall weather creeping in on us. Time flies when you're having fun. I love that picture on the right side of your post. It would make a beautiful oil painting.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite time of year. Afraid we won't have any color this year, though :(
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