early autumn

early autumn
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I felt the first brush of Autumn sweep down my neck as I left my home this morning. My being was suddenly flooded with excitement and memories not thought about for a very long time.
The sun's relentless attack of scorching heat has lost its edge and instead there is a hint of cool crispness in the air. A few leaves on the trees are letting go of their lush green, their edges turning to the rich velvety jewel tones they use to bid Summer a fond farewell.
I smell dust. That glorious earthy smell that signals the arrival of the harvest.
I am filled with excitement at the closeness of the season to get the sweaters out, make Halloween costumes, taste the first sweet, juicy apples, see the fat, orange pumpkins begin to appear on neighbor's porches, and smell the hint of smoke swelling from fireplaces warming happy homes.
Autumn is a feeling, a way of being.
As the day has gone on the sun has risen high and the crispness has left the air. The dust has settled under the weight of the heat and the Summer has retaken her throne. But I know that not long from now Autumn will come again and stay for a longer visit and I will bask in the September of time.