IT'S still dark. The air has turned dry, and there is a strong, cool wind blowing, thrashing the trees, hissing over the grass. It blows in through my open windows, and scatters papers from the desk to the floor. The wind smells like autumn. The moon was bright and full earlier, but there are now light clouds drifting across it. Rain is coming.
I love weather like this. Cool, dry, with the promise of a change soon to come.