It’s the most perfect autumn morning, our season’s first chill. I stepped out into the crisp, 35°F air and felt it fill my lungs. I paused for a moment, then exhaled a satisfyingly visible trail of vapor back to the universe.
My concern turned to the garden. Did it survive the sudden temperature plunge (we were in the 80s two days ago)? Everything — even the tender tropicals — look snug and healthy. I’m not sure how many more mornings that will be the case, but we’ll enjoy the moment of temporary salvation.
The lake, still holding its summer warmth, danced with fog as it reflected the awakening neighborhood.
Good morning, my friends. May your days be as beautiful as the first moments of mine.