The raindrops fall from the sky, running down the roof tiles and hanging on the bare branches. The gentle pitter-patter is a steady, soothing rythm.
Most of the trees are naked now, but autumn has not yet exhaled its final breath. Flashes of gold and red still stand out against the gray, the last valiant warriors in a losing battle.
The air is getting colder, and night creeps upon us on earlier and earlier, but I am not upset at winter’s stealthy approach.
Every season fills me with a different kind of a joy, with a newfound excitement for what that season brings.
So for now I’ll enjoy those last autumn battles, those final flames sputtering under the cold rain, fighting to stay alight.
But when winter comes to call and the trees are shivering in their bare branches, waiting for their sparkling white blanket, I will welcome and embrace it.
