It’s a muted year, probably because of the excessive rain, but it’s still beautiful: everything saturated with yellow and gold, brown at the edges and green at the center. Last night, walking in the mist toward the car with neon illuminating the street, I remembered this was the first night of all when I felt that familiar wind, a little cooler than the summer breezes or blasts. All directions I look, I see the green fading tom something else, the gatherings of birds aiming themselves south, the litter of leaves. Welcome, fall! May you come however you will, but show us how much beauty there is in these wabi-sabi moments when we witness passing memory and memories past.