A Welcome to Fall
I feel a storm brewing that will welcome in the fall it will wash away the heat of summer and bring in the chill of fall. The wind is picking up I stand in it breeze and breathe and smell the scent of dying leaves mixed with fresh cut grass. The storm wonders in slowly like a guest with a terrible secret and settles in with the assurance that it cannot be stopped. I stand in the feeling before the storm and feel the forbidden part of magic come alive and rejoice as the new season approaches.