Every year I look forward to it. That special September or October morning everything changes – the air, the light, the very feel of things.
Fall has come, slipping into the neighborhood in the night. The visit is short and glorious.
Every year I look forward to it. That special September or October morning everything changes – the air, the light, the very feel of things.
Fall has come, slipping into the neighborhood in the night. The visit is short and glorious.