Wouldn’t it be nice if nature presented us seasons like the calendar does: On this day Fall begins. On this day, Winter arrives.
But it doesn’t happen that way, of course. Some days she feels like warm weather and zephyr breezes. On others, she pouts behind fog and rain.
And on some days she refuses to make up her mind and splits the difference!
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.