The light shifted ever so slightly through the trees this afternoon. Water droplets clung to the plants in the yard as I tended them. The breeze softens. The birds more quiet in the branches. The children playing beside me. Slippers warm my toes on cool floors in the early morning. She's there. Whispering from behind the tomatoes. Wafting through my hair. Intirguing those who are on the lookout. Teasing with the apple laden tree. The evenings darken.
The wish of Fall is close. I can feel it.