McBeth.
... and soon enough the snowflakes will flutter down, being wished on by small and not so small children alike.
The smell and feel of autumn is settling down upon my part of the universe, changing the colors of leaves, browning the marigolds, slowly freezing the bees to an arthritic crawl.
Nighttime brings an honest to goodness chill that playing kids ignore just as long as they can until, eventually, their mothers bring them light jackets, feeding arms into sleeves, zipping sweaty busy bodies into an extra layer of I Love You.
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