Autumnal Chills

i find happiness in the tiny threads of a moment- the golden tinted lines of beauty between one minute and the next.


there is a heaviness in the dawn and twilight air this autumn-
its thickness coats the lungs and chills the skin in a slight layer of damp wintry pre-wonder.
it's a sweet, teasing taste of frosted glass windows discovered in the morning
it's in the tangible fog that waits for the heat of sun to melt,
and it's the exhale of breath made visible as we make our way through the dark of night.


despite the chill which creeps into muscle and bone, these moments experienced are smile making tokens of a natural beauty felt and envisioned.


it is part of a harmony found in the intake of the bitter sweet, crisp cold air and the greeting of that air as we burst forth from the heat of our homes into the street.