Early this morning I stepped out on my porch and found a bit of a chill in the air. Nothing major by many standards, and gone by 10am. But it was there. And it was wonderful. On my way home this evening I found myself admiring the skyline, watching some truly beautiful cloud formations, and thinking how much I love this time of year. The days get a little shorter and the evenings are cool and crisp. The sky seems bluer and the sun a little less brilliant. Autumn in Texas, I wouldn't trade it for all the snow in Montana (although I sure wouldn't mind a vacation in Montana. Just saying.)
