Autumn Zest

A cold front moved in overnight and morning’s air made me breathe deep, like an athlete before an event. Yesterday’s humidity pushed aside, creates a feeling of zest, as if it’s the first touch of Spring. But this is Autumn chasing a recalcitrant Summer, like the sun chasing darkness. Following my early morning walk, I sit in the corner of the kitchen drinking coffee and watching the cat on the window sill. The neighborhood is quiet and my eyes move to a leaf, floating to a breeze-appointed place near the fence in a flower bed. I wonder how many more Autumns I’ll experience, now that I’m retired.