Today is one of those days. A young Autumn has crept-in through the night, and drizzled dreary all around. Swept-up into the atmosphere on cool salt air, Autumn hovers and waits patiently. . . just there. At the tip of your finger.

Though it is mid day, my room is dim. The wind, who at sporadic intervals, makes a mindless attempt to ‘shake my bones’ laughs nervously at the absurdity. The floor heater, which hasn’t been on in nearly a year, pings and moans as it stretches awake, and the quiet room hears a door lightly close upstairs. The dude took the boy for a walk.....

Today is one of those days. The tree outside my kitchen window has begun to show her colors. Yellow and rust leaves amid the green ones that have yet to feel the cool swoosh of the watercolor brush, are falling in swirls of slow motion.

Though it is mid-day, my room is dim. The wind comes flying down the chimney, only to stay long enough to rattle the flue then retreat, and the quiet room hears footsteps upstairs. The dude took the boy for a walk ....

Cool mist has turned into a rain drizzle. 

The dude took the boy for a walk,

and the quiet room hears.