" All day his can bring wondrous variety. We can have windy ones in the nooks and crannies around buildings on Friday you concede -- paper scraps and lead fragments whipped into whirl -- the tiny pieces sucked in and thrown thousand vortex vanished. The countryside cumulus cloud -- race along the ground -- to -- vaulting the valleys. The trees still at least after weeks twisted their branches bent. Other autumn days like today are the opposite. Call mornings. Quiet mellow afternoon's. Race spider -- we've threaten fragile strands that drift in the slightest puff of wind. The leaves detached from the summer homes to form a carpet of brown critical beneath the trees on the forest floor. -- snapped to the ground you can still feel a hint of summer in the afternoon -- in the long shadows of late afternoon and the early dusk. Because since those somehow the summer parties over. Only later do we find ourselves skewered on the rotisserie and reality sucked in by the shop -- of autumn summer remnants. Raked over a bar in nature's least lower the rotor tiller of northerly winds. The annual chili eraser transforming the artful tapestry of October to the gray canvas of late fall winter. Other words it's warm now but we'll be cooler for the weekend."