In Recognition of the Season

Around these parts, the shifting of summer into fall is heralded by a changing wind, the smell of woodsmoke, the goldenrod slant of sunshine through trees that are just starting to lose their leaves.

But for me, there's one particular, quite obvious, sign that the autumn season is at hand.

My TPMS light comes on for the first time in a year.

The tires say: "We caught a chill."