early days of fall
these are the early days of fall in new england. they came suddenly, as if overnight. after the second frost of the season, everything caught fire. everywhere i go now, my eyes follow the leaves. these are the early days, not yet peaking, but rendering me speechless nonetheless. i love it here, and at this time of year i find myself kneeling in the woods, in gratitude, eyes to the sky and heart in my throat.