Evenfall late summer; the kitchen window open. I hear the swish of the traffic from the front of the house drifting round; dulled, comforting, and I wonder whether they are people returning from work, eager as I always am, to open the door and inhale the sweet smell of home.
There is a coolness in the air and it gives me a thrill; it smells different and I know autumn is waiting. My mind is instantly filled with thoughts of trees turning to burnt orange and umber and crisp fallen leaves underfoot; of scarves and clear-sky September walks.
Autumn, the season of change and impending sleep; I await your beauty.
Writing along with August prompts from Write ALM yesterday’s and tomorrow’s prompt ‘evenfall & frisson