Late fall has a good feel to it. It gets dark early. There are some leaves left, but they are in the minority. It's colder. It feels good to be inside some.
My running is ticking over, and I am starting to think about my plans for next year. At the moment I haven't been terribly focussed - I want to start many things - read several of the books in my bedside stack, build a shed, fly-fish - but just don't have the time. Or, I don't make the time.
I was drawn out to my deck this morning by the colours of the trees. The larch tree was a golden yellow, and a sycamore towards the back of the yard was in the sun.