The shift is on.
Darker clouds cluster in the October sky.
Beware of falling nuts.
Must be the season of the switch.
Already the daylight is losing ground; winter’s night is gaining purchase.
Fallen leaves skitter to the gutters as traffic storms past.
But in the stillness between scudding clouds and gusty winds a burnished glow gilds the emptied landscape, lit from within by dreams of another spring.