It was like someone turned a page, a big page, one that momentarily muted the bright morning light. With it came a cool breeze that sent chills across my forearms and up the back of my neck. It blew a few golden leaves off the river birch tree across the street, sending them helicoptering down through the red and orange leaves of the Japanese maples below.
It wasn't just me as simultaneously my dog lifted her head, tilted her nose up, sniffing in the change in the air. The birds noticed, too, holding still and staying quiet as the moment passed, the brighter morning light returning, the new coolness acquiesing and giving way to the warm sunshine. My dog and I paused, took note, and went about the day at hand.
Thank you, Rich, for showing us that a creative moment can arrive at any time, and if you don’t pay attention, it just as easily disappears.
Come on autumn! Lovely piece.