Autumn Falling

Autumn is here. The first leaves on the vine on the back fence are turning brilliant red. There is the first hint of a chill in the air as I walk home. This morning I noticed that suddenly there are oak leaves blowing around everywhere, all brown and scrunchy.

It is not the dramatic change I imagined, an instant rain of red and orange leaves. Autumn has crept up on me like our six month anniversary of being here. Grown and changed quietly, like that feeling that travel gives me – a strange expansion and a feeling that inside I have changed and will never be the same.