Fall ushers in

This weekend I watched and listened as the blow wind began to show its might, ushering in Fall in all of its glory. It was only a matter of days ago that I commented about how green my surrounding were, with the exception of the grass, never showing me the true green I expect from a well tended to lawn, one I remember year after year while growing up.

Yesterday as the wind continued to howl I commented on the colors, no longer green in the trees but ochre and crimson and brown, shades of fall and some tress barren already, having wasted no time in dropping their leaves and leaving piles in yards like my parents, where there are no big trees, but instead, serving as a toy for the dogs to chase, chop and eventually spit out for lack of flavor I would imagine.

Today the rains came, rain we needed all summer and tonight it continues to rain, a Fall rain, the thunder rumbling, the lightning lighting up the sky an the clouds moving fast, ever so fast.

And I sat, cold, bundled from head to toe wondering how I will fair through the Fall and the Winter if I am lucky as already my body is chilled to the bone as I continue to watch the thermometer fall. Still I remained outside with Ashley Marie at my feet, keeping me warm and watching as I watched.

Me thinking of the purity the rain brought as a long summer season now over, change most definitely in the air in so many respects. I could feel it and my senses touch it. And as I watched Ashley Marie, she sensed it too, sniffing and watching, stretching and curling up next to me again but watching, always watching the happenings around and about us.

I came in several times long enough to pretend to get warm but knowing there was no warmth as the heat is yet to be turned on as I am the cold one and will be as there is no body fat for me to depend on for warmth, only layer after layer of clothing. Knowing the summer clothes need to be sorted and put away, possibly and probably not to be worn again as I ache and with the coming of the cold I ache even more, my body telling me so.

Still, I continue to go outside and sit and stare in the darkness listening to the squeaking of the attic turbine down the street that tries to over power the falling rain, taking gulps of cold water, my favorite beverage with tea in between, the combination simple, but bringing me an internal joy.

I know tomorrow when I rise the trees will be less colorful, more barren and Fall will have made its arrival in full force as only a change in seasons, a change in what was, now a memory to be filed away with all the others as night falls early and day comes later and my eyes carry a heavier load than usual as I am tired from the setting of the clocks to the changing of the weather to the changing of my body temperature and I wonder, in short spurts, like the short downpours I witness, how much longer I have to see and sense such power provided as a symbol that represents nature's great harmony and the disharmony I feel, but the beauty I continue to witness.