This is a day like no other. The air is demure- regarding it through a window, it is guessed to be typical November. Those who investigated anyway were in for a surprise of mild sweetness.
Fall has offered its display late this year in the rose garden. I had feared that it would be visually disappointing. Not so.
The trees vary- some are barren, some bountiful with flaming crimson, gold, salmon, maroon, red, yellow, auburn, rust. The occasional bare branches provide lacy framework for the stunning pointillism.
The sunlight truly sparkles on this day like no other. How can such rare, invigorating clarity exist during the season of rot?
A gentle breeze, stirring even greater awareness of the satisfying air, caresses those who enjoy this day like no other. The sky is pregnant with an unmistakeable anticipation- of what? Is that thunder rumbling in the distance?
People are friendlier today, mutual beneficiaries of this day like no other, bonded by awe.
Unbelievably, many of the rose bushes host fresh, perfect flowers, with aromas from June. The bees buzz ecstatically from rose to rose, willing to share with the human nose.
There is gray on the horizon as the breeze begins to inspire a shiver. We accept the necessary brevity of this day like no other.