Strange Days

This is how the moon looked last night, they call it a harvest moon. I went to pick Jess up from the rollerskating rink, and the wind was blowing, and as I sped through the night on these dark country roads, the wind tossed handfulls of dry autumn leaves across the road. As they danced past my headlights the moon beamed down into the car though the moonroof, and it seemed a most perfect a night as I've seen in a long time. Winter is coming....the days are still hot as hell, but the nights eminate a chill, the trees are changing color, and there's an unmistakable scent of ripe apples, dying leaves and winter pine in the air, and it makes me happy. I'm looking forward to the fall days, pumkins, quilts and blankets, lighting the fireplace for the first time, cutting wood, wearing heavier clothes (but of course nothing like the clothes we had to wear when we lived in NJ), Halloween, Thanksgiving, cooking our first Thanksgiving dinner in this home, and let's not even get started on Christmas...