One early morn I walked outside to find that fall had come; the feeling of it. The smell that thrills me and hails the beginning of my favorite time of year hadn’t arrived, but didn’t slip by, I don’t think; only delayed itself, and I still wait for it now. Fall hadn’t come as I expected it to; and I think that nothing long awaited truly does come as one might expect; indeed, even the best things. Arrivals are to be enjoyed ‘as is’, and treasured that they are at all. So as it happens, the clear chill which opens to me the possibilities of life slipped in quietly, but not long unnoticed. Tomorrow is the fair with a bright-eyed girl and a new friend. Oh, the possibilities of the Fall.
