Running away with myself, I tug my quilt up over my shoulders.. Lightning flashes, and at last the storms come... There is such a restlessness to accompany any storm. It reminds me of hot, sultry evenings when my dad watched the skies. Tonight the cold front followed immediately, bringing in the true advent of fall..
This morning I slipped outside around five a.m. to witness the western glory of the harvest full moon, I must have sensed its majesty would be hidden tonight, or the pull was too great as I watched it through my bedroom window.
Welcome, Beautiful Autumn!