It was the last of our beautiful days; a prolonged Autumn that boldly flaunted its lovely leaves and warm breezes long after its introduction.
I loved the performance: golden Cottonwoods and brilliant blue skies, lingering temperatures that belied the calendar, shirt sleeves and sunshine. What a thrilling encore you gave us!
When tomorrow dawns, old man winter will be blowing his gusty breath against my windowpane. The beloved leaves of gold will skirt along the road before coming to rest in the ditches and the frost will steal the last brilliant petals from the flowerbeds.
But before the new season comes briskly marching in, I stop to savor the lingering shadows, the twilight wisps of amber, the rows of pink upon pumpkin...and applaud as the curtain falls upon this glorious autumn evening.