Oh, those rainy, chilly days of early fall. How they help us slow down, cozy up, grasp for the last moments of warmth. Flowers still in bloom, holding on as long as they may. The wonder of tiny droplets in a perfect glassy bead, vibrant colors popping against the grey, misty sky. The air is crisp. Geese soar above, readying themselves for the long journey. Yet we are here, in the midst, the transition. It is just beginning, the leaves are getting ready, most still green. The seasons, the rhythm of life always here. And how we must live right now, enjoy the cool breeze, the layers, the still warm sunshine. Golden yellows, deep reds, rich oranges await us.