Coming Seasons

The morn before Thanksgiving. All is still and the house is silent as a mouse. But you can't stay quiet that long, so you sneak out the back door for Panera. Cinnamon crunch bagel, a bowl of fresh fruit, and a mug of steamy cocoa. It's a crisp November morning, the leaves have all changed and fallen when a northern storm front blew in. A wet, white winter is promised. After filling your belly you go for a short stroll before returning home. Silently you walk along, exhaling steam into the chilly air. The few remaining autumn leaves crinkle beneath your footsteps and you contemplate what the coming seasons bring.