Fall is the kindest season, the softest of the four.
Mist. Cool. Subtle. Silent.
The heat of summer passes with neither whimper nor applause.
Summer is the over-perfumed woman over-costumed over and over accessorized
wearing sunscreen to protect her from the rays she chases when she leaves Fall
leaves for Boca Vero, The Islands, The Desert for never-ending Summer.
Fall? Fall is simplicity. Fall is unadorned. Fall is subtle. Fall is clean.
Kate loves the interim between heat from sun and heat from heater; those moments
when hot-water showers are most welcomed, when.. when reading in evening the
heat from a lightbulb touches skin with welcomed warmth of the hand of a lover.
Fall? Fall is when we clean the closet of summer and fold away the spiderwebs.
Posted (not written) by Ken