Fall arrived on the back of a gray rainstorm; the air was stripped of its warm thickness becoming crisp and lean; its bite a welcome relief from a Summer that lingered too long;
I caught the calm of the creek in the morning, as dawn was beginning to stretch its golden fingers through the worn branches of the trees, turning the creek bed a deeper bronze;
unplugging myself, I listened hard to hear the wind brush the yellowing leaves as it told the story of the coming Fall
