A Different Air

2024.08.29

Good morning that wonderful way.

Lovely, too.

And how are you?

Angels in the outfield, angels in America, angels in the bathroom, watch the doom, look out for the glory, don't you worry wings to meddle with mettle got the metal pedal to the metal.

A different air today, a certain hint of calm yester-days, a certain kind of Summer's welcome to Autumn to get the ball falling.

Perhaps it's the color, though I think more the smell, that makes Autumn my favorite season. A little morbid, always beautiful, Autumn in New England.

Mother Nature knows death is cause for celebration. She sends life out with a red-carpet fashion party award ceremony.

Comfortable flannel comes back.

Summer works hard to die. The true beautiful in Nature, in New England, comes with age.

Spring is too small.
Summer too pressing, humid and stubborn.
Autumn is a breeze.
Winter is a cold drink after a hard day's work.
Then, back to Spring's Monday morning alarm clock.