With our biological antenna in tune to where our memories reside.

My footsteps firm, waiting for the candy color leaf display.

Adios prolonged summer by a month, at least I can always resort to this for warmth.

Covered in down and bobbing till the sky turns pink then scarlet.

Thrilling to feel the breezy northern fall weather rolling in.

And the scrivener who set the tone for the world that ought to be.

‘Twas a thrill against an opalescent sky.

Of this heartland.