Did you hear it this morning at sunrise? That soft whisper that is Autumn's song drifted alongside summer's rainfall and began to show herself in the quietest of ways. A hint of gold upon a leaf, a lone goose making her way elsewhere, a dimmer morning and earlier twilight....say it isn't so! We have a wish to bask in August sun awhile longer and desire to stand surfside still melting summer feet into warm sand. No worries...while August is sunflower yellow and crayon green ; September comes in upon a silken carpet of muted golds and singed sienna that soothes and softens.

sending peace.