The body knows. Apparently, according to the senses, today is the first real day of autumn. I can smell it. I can hear it. The sun is in the right position too. The air is cool and crisp. The wind blows on my skin and the hairs on my arms tingle.
There is a certain darkness today although it is sunny. I can feel the autumn. Sound is sharp. Contrast is high.
Autumn is nostalgic. I suppose we’re readying for the slide – the long, steady slide into the darkness. A high productivity time is autumn.
Ten days to field mowing day.
