This morning felt more like fall than since the season change crept in. There is something about the light in fall that always makes me think of a special filter on a lens: the air just looks different. A couple of days ago, I noted the September lilies had emerged. When I first saw the green stems at the beginning of the week, I was reminded of one of their names: hurricane lily. They emerge often after a hurricane.
As I have sat outside on the porch, Beyonce and Scruffy on my lap, enjoying the coolness again, I note the leaves of the box maple beginning to carpet the ground under the tree. This morning, the sun was just rising over the tops of the pine trees across the road and the play of shadow and light was everywhere.