Mist on my breathe

Woke up this morning, padded out into the kitchen and walked outside, there was mist on my breathe, it was the first subtle sign of winters approach, the sunset is beginning to recede slowly now, getting early and earlier by the week. Summer is coming to a close, autumn and winter are beginning to touch the landscape and I’m smiling. For now it’s a smile of excitement, of anticipation and the approach of shorter days and longer nights, of the explosion of color in the trees and the bird’s winter dance in my backyard. I shudder at the thought of the swirling winds and heavy snow but delight in the silence that it will bring. So on this beautiful last summer’s morning I wrap myself in the early morning air and sense the coming of the harvest and the days of our Awe.