There were several hours of gray, today, interspersed with periods of brightness and drifting white clouds. Leaves are accumulating on the street, but they are still brown. Only a few small plants are turning red, and some of the mulberry leaves are yellow. The real fall color is yet to appear. It is nice to have the windows open all day once again, after the horrific heat of summer. As eager as I am for rain, I'd be content to let days such as this continue for months. Autumn's softest hours are like a fire which has burned down to a cozy glow, inviting lazy dreams. These are days for dozing, and for watching the waning light spread soft shadows across the land. Their like cannot be found at any other time of year.