Although these aren’t the best quality pictures (taken from my phone), I wanted to share the misty morning walk I just enjoyed.

As I walked, I could tell it was fall. Which is comforting, as the last couple days have kind of lost that fall feeling here in Tallahassee. Near record high temperatures in the 90s have made me almost want to burst into tears. I just can’t take any more heat. But a coolish morning with the fog settling in over the trees makes me let out a huge sigh of relief. Summer is on it’s way out, and fall is pushing it’s way on in.

I watched one lone little leaf twirl down to the ground with a quiet little plop. It made me almost squeal in delight. Which is weird, because that little leaf just died. It just fell off the tree and plummeted to it’s death. Yet, in that lone leaf’s death, it signifies fall to me and reminds me of all the things I love about it. So call me morbid, but it excites me.

I know many people get depressed by foggy mornings. I know several people in the Pacific Northwest, where fog is practically a daily occurrence. They long for near record high temperature sunny days. I know if I had to endure fog on a daily basis, it would definitely lose it’s allure. Since I don’t, I love them. I don’t see them as depressing. Rather, it’s quiet, calm, and mysterious.

As I’ve been walking these past few fall mornings, I’ve noticed I’m not the only one enjoying the cooler weather. The birds and squirrels have gotten quite frisky. I hear more chirping and the squirrels seem to be running even faster, like the squirrel from Over the Hedge that tried caffeine. I’ve also noticed the bird seed disappearing even faster from our feeder. I’m keeping careful tabs on it to see how fast it disappears this week.

Now with all that rambling, I’m off to finish my pumpkin spice coffee.