Autumn Scaries

Fall has shown itself. Gone are the days of yellow beams carving through windows to wake you. This seasons whisper has woken me, a swoosh of the leaves on the trees. A whistling can be heard under my back door. Tiny marbles of rain stick to my window, distorting my lens into the new landscape. Today, I am not the weather. Today, I am the morning light that once entered my bedroom.