Today, it was fall.
It rained leaves, and they tickled. Some landed on my poached eggs, on my potatoes, on my biscuit. Some stuck in my hair. Others snuck into my purse.
Looking skyward with something like hope, or curiosity, or perhaps shock, all I saw was blue and gold. I smelled the cold.
I stopped holding my breath.
I wasn't thinking. I was only breathing.
