It’s quiet under overcast skies, a light haze obscuring my morning coffee muses.
The moisture laden air is bringing out the reds and oranges in the landscape. The bald cypress in particular is starting to show the undertones of fall.
When I first walked out a bunch of dogs somewhere near were raising a ruckus. I heard them last night too. It’s not a sound I’m used to. Far away, crows are conversing. Jays are jaying. Water is dripping again on the garbage can lid. A Carolina wren is singing to the east. Somewhere further east a rooster crows.
And it feels like fall…