shades of silver (and sweet potato chocolate chip muffins)
and just like that, two more seasons have come and gone. the sweet summer, sunlit and green; the fall, golden and resplendent. the mornings of late: darker now as we spin away from the sun, darker now for the clouds of grey mist suspended low in a heavy sky. as the curtains rise, they reveal snowfall in the high elevations. sunlight, when it peeks through the clouds, cuts through the atmosphere a pale silver; the rich light of autumn having given way, already. the air outside