Summer is fading... I can smell autumn in the whispers of the morning breezes as I watch the fog begin to burn off and the sun climb over the hedgerow... the chill in the early hours hints at the change of seasons... I look to the trees to show the sure sign of the fiery leaves to indicate the sweaters and jackets need to be pulled out.
When the birds and insects holler their morning alarm to me, I know when I am fully awake I will feel the morning chill sweep through my open window and light on my groggy from sleep body. I stretch and yawn to try to bring me fully awake. If it is a weekday, I make my way out of bed to face the daily grind for another day. If it's the weekend, I turn over.. snuggle down into the covers... bury my head in my pillow and pretend the nature noises that roused me, are calling to someone else...
When I see the sun dip behind the horizon line earlier each night and the darkness engulfs me minutes sooner each day, I wonder where all my loved ones are at that moment and hope they are warm, safe, happy and healthy.