a document of days

Wait, wait, what is that? Is that a nip in the air? Is that the smell, the crunch, of dead leaves? As I was walking to work this morning I felt like it was autumn. After a weekend with a high of 92 degrees (yes, it is mid-October) I thought that autumn would never come. I must say, after I ran out and bought pumpkin beer, squash, and my traditional chai tea, like an overeager lover, I thought I had scared fall away.