Blazing, sapphire blue skies.
Warmer-than-normal November days.
Crispy, crunchy fall air.
Gold and yellow and brown leaves that land upon the earth.
The path reaches for two feet and grabs hold.
It pleads a midday walk.
There is little resistance. The feet say “yes!”
The senses feel, hear, as the eyes shut for a moment.
Travelling geese sound their alert and jar the feet awake.
Bicyclists, joggers and fellow pedestrians pass by.
The smallish breeze whispers gently upon a woman’s face.
The sunlight of forgotten daylight savings lowers.
The shadows are deeper, darker.
It’s time to turn around, to cross the bridge,
to welcome shorter days, cooler weather, and Christmas trees at Costco.