I stepped outside this morning, at my parents’ house. The boys came up Friday to spend the night with Grandma & Grandpa, just the two of them. Autumn and I came up yesterday, amidst the first fall storm. The clouds parted as we approached Troy and the sun came out. It was warm, but a breeze brought a hint of the oncoming winter.
Last night, we made a fire and roasted marshmallows, as the cold front rolled in. Autumn and I curled up next to the coals for a bit before turning in.
This morning, I went outside to get Autumn’s makeup bag from the car. My mom snapped Liam into his car seat. Avery dashed ahead of me, after snagging his iPod from inside. He jumped into the car and immediately dropped into “travel mode”.
The air was cold. “51 degrees,” mom said. I took a deep breath, taking in the smells of fall, filling my lungs with the cool, crisp air. My mind turned to football and high school as it always does when the air turns and the sun starts its months-long trip into hibernation. I thought about all the great memories of fall I’ve built: tossing Avery into a pile of leaves, apple picking with the family, bundling up Liam as he experienced his first peek at cold weather.
I smiled, grabbed the makeup bag, and walked back inside, warmed despite the breeze.
