An Ode to Autumn

A Sensory Autumnal Eve

(For Kirky and Will)

Tonight is truly a beautiful evening. The tingle of chill on the tips of my ears, the slightest wisps of breath on air trying to make itself known; the crinkle of leaves beneath the feet and the cacophony of the present magnified by cold.

The smell on the still, crisp wind is that of fallen leaves and wood-burning smoke;
bringing to mind fingers entwined under wool blankets and steaming mugs of aromatic, fresh apple cider.

Fall is here and Winter is but creeping up the hearth.

May you and yours enjoy a healthy, happy Autumn.

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