Cooler air, dampness rising from cold earth, gray skies.
The season turns, and I turn inward, seeking warmth.
Warmth of the hearth, warmth of the heart, blankets.
I laugh with my family. I simmer soup on the stove. Here in the heart of our home.
Then comes a pale, clear day when the sun and the flaming trees astonish me.
Warmth of beauty draws me out.