Fall is kicking down the door as summer slips away, almost unnoticed, like a whisper floating in the wind. A collage of colors takes residence upon the leaves of the trees, and the flowers that were once dominate in all their glory have laid their heads low to the ground like the flightless ostriches of Africa when confronted with danger. Their times have been spent, and their seasons have come to an end. Fall is rushing in with great leaps and bounds, and the wind blankets Mother Earth in all directions. The mountains seem taller somehow, and all the more inviting, and the sea sings her song as her tides come barreling onto the shore.
The days are shorter, and the nights are cooler now.
This is Fall, and this is my favorite time of the year.