September Morn

Day 323: The leaves are beginning to turn colour. The first true rain has fallen. The sky is blithely grey, and western Washington feels like western Washington again. The Beautiful Month opens with fog and drizzle, and invites me to step into the yard to dance in the coolness, driven to a pleasurable madness only area natives will understand. Too long have we been dry and bright and overly warm: out of sync, out of the norm, longing for shut-in days of Goretex weather. There were puddles in my yard yesterday, and although I didn't do it, I wanted to go outside to walk barefoot in one, to rejoice in mud and the smell of wet grass. A new meteorological cycle begins, and it is a glad, good September Morn!