hanging changes

There's a pleasant chill in the air tonight, only the slightest hint of a cool breeze and yet it is enough. Sipping a mug of steamy herbal tea, I can feel the changes hanging heavy in the air around me. I am finding moments of peace in the solitude, pleasure in the silence and darkness of the night. Even as the chaos of a new semester lurks just beyond the darkness, I can still sense goodness on the path before me. I am eager for the change of seasons, excited to watch the abundant green foliage gradually turn to shades of crimson and gold. Eager to watch the leaves float downward in their dance of freedom, eager to drive to the mountains and hike across trails with leaves crunching underfoot. So much change I can feel in the air, so much goodness, and yet it is not quite here yet. So for now, for tonight, I will sip my herbal tea, let the cool breeze tickle my bare skin, and dream of the coming changes.