I witness (yellow orange bright flames of color silhouettes shimmer on crisp dappled waters below new denim skies deep clear immersed in the silent peace of) Late September mornings
At one of our neighboring towns in a valley next to the Sawtooth Mountains, the nighttime temperatures are in the high 20s and the daytime temperatures are in the low 60s. The temperatures are a little warmer here, but are changing. August is disappearing from memory. The aspen are changing colors and there is a silence that comes with this time of year that invokes a special kind of peace. I feel an urge to slow down, breathe in the cleansed air, and let the peace flow through me. Glorious is the only word I know that can capture all of it.
Good word… Glorious.
The air is certainly fresher in autumn. We're having a stretch of unseasonably warm weather up here in Ontario, Canada. Quite nice.