The wind has shifted, the sunlight is at once strong and weak, bright against the backdrop of the sky, not quite warm enough to chase away the chill of the recent autumn breezes.
On the campus where I work, the leaves have been falling off the trees for the last month. They're just now starting to change color, a starburst-bright array of orange and yellow and red. There's a crispness in the air and on some days I can detect the smell of wood smoke, of leaf piles burning.
And just last week, the TPMS light went off in my car.
Without a doubt, autumn is here.
Much as I try to hate this time of year, much as I long for the warmth and softness of spring, there's a prettiness to the season that I can't ignore. Potential for revelations in the too bright days, a moment for nostalgia in the cool nights.
I had to accompany the season with some music.
"Into the Mystic" - Van Morrison
"Wake Me Up When September Ends" - Green Day
"The First of Autumn" - Enya