“And every year there is a brief, startling moment
When we pause in the middle of a long walk home and
Suddenly feel something invisible and weightless
Touching our shoulders, sweeping down from the air:
It is the autumn wind pressing against our bodies;
It is the changing light of fall falling on us.”
― Edward Hirsch
There is something magical about the light this time of year. It is bluer, and more golden, sparkly and clear. Shadows feel cooler. The landscape lights up as if it is drawing itself up for one last performance. There is nothing that smells more like fall here on the coast, than a salt scented breeze weaving its way around pine trees.