a (semi) poetic thought

There is a briskness to the air as it takes on a cooler climate.
The changes are subtle yet obvious once you are aware.
Greens turn into yellows, oranges and reds giving the trees a veritable cacophony of color.

This is the time for football.
This is the time for campfires and smores.
This is the time to bask in the beauty of the changing season.

Don’t wait too long to observe: it will be gone in a heartbeat.