The winds picked up yesterday. Aside from a drop in the temperature and a color change for the leaves, the wind is how we know it's official.
Where I am, in lovely Portland, Oregon, the winds come in from the east, down through the Columbia River Gorge. They sweep away what's left over from summer and bring us full on into autumn, heading swiftly toward winter.
We pull on our sweaters, tug our hats down around our ears and wonder where our gloves went after the last time we wore them. We start to settle in for the winter. We eat soup.
This is late October. Welcome.
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