Can you feel it?

I can. Can you. I can hear it in the way the birds chat among themselves. The sounds whipping thru the trees are that of a long awaited respite. The way the cold, wet, dew feels on my bare feet as I step thru the the soft grass, brings a whispered sigh from my lips.

I've been longing for this. My senses are energized as the Sunrise peaks out from the Mountains. My heart quickens as I gaze across the hay field, shimmering like flecks of gold, and spiderwebs adorned with tiny diamonds.

I smile in delight as a cool Autumn breeze brushes my cheek. She whispers in my ear of her travels. Time to make preparations for her grand return. Summers bittersweet end draws near. The last distant laughs and sounds of children splashing about will soon fade.

Soon to be replaced by the smell of burning leaves. Scents that transport me to a hearth and a warm fire. Plump pumpkins. Delicious pies. My favorite cozy sweater. Warm, soothing cups of healing. The Mountains colorfully painted by the brushstrokes of the Divine.