There is a dignity in autumn that precedes its arrival. Outside it’s still hot. Unprotected skin burns. Grass wilts, animals move slower. But in late August and early September, fall graces the sidewalks with her imminence. A single leaf descends, then four, then a scattering. The air grows cooler, crisper. The clouds deepen their colors. Everything is changing.
Personifying nature is an ancient trick that brings comfort and delight. Maybe an old man really exists in that cloud formation off to the right. We sense an odd clarity in the lengthening shadows. Parched senses dig new aesthetic wells. Everything is poised for change.