The days are hot and sunlight lingers, hanging on to finger threads as the night sky creeps in.
Catherine, anticipating it, can feel autumn coming early this year. Leaves have begun to fall, sparse for now, but soon, stunning gold and auburn foliage will cascade like snowflakes from baring limbs. The air will sweeten, aromatic with floral decay.
Soon, pumpkins will adorn yellowing lawns; bales of hay will sit under porch lights, pumpkin pies with cinnamon will fragrance kitchens, and the sky will blaze in vibrant oranges, purples, and pinks.
The homey feeling of fall is her favorite time of year.
This is beautiful. I can almost feel it.
Thank you so much, Firdaus. Most appreciated!
Lovely narration and pumpkin pies with cinnamon… yum!
Thank you, Jyothi! Pumpkin pies, my favorite! 🙂
I agree with other comments – lovely narrative, poetic. But I must ask whether it holds up as a “story.” No drama.
Respectfully
Roy Gomez
Thanks so much, Roy. You’re probably correct in that there’s no drama, but I was feeling ‘soft’ that day. 🙂