Subtle Shifts
I woke up on Thursday morning to a slight change in the weather or perhaps mood. I'm not entirely sure which is causing me to feel that fall is well and truly beginning to push the last vestiges of summer out of the atmophere. Melancholy fueled by the weight of the cool breeze absent the blaze of the mid-morning sun to burn it away. Perhaps. A niggling sense of being slightly off balance that feels like a shift in temperature. Perhaps.
Regardless of the origins, the light slants differently and the sun seems to set earlier. The wistfulness that fall never fails to inspire is upon me.
Regardless of the origins, the light slants differently and the sun seems to set earlier. The wistfulness that fall never fails to inspire is upon me.