October 4, 2013
A wet autumn morning… The first snowfall of the season, blossom sized flakes falling languidly and melting on the ground, a premature snow fall delicate as lace, rapidly melting. – Joyce Carol Oates
This morning, snow fell soft and wet across the city. These slushy flakes didn’t last long – virtually melting the moment they hit the ground – but their presence was a gentle reminder to all of us that autumn is fleeting. When then warmer weather returns in a few days, and the sun once again makes the trees glow in their fall splendor, we will find that today’s little taste of winter has caused us to cherish autumn all the more dearly.