In the fall spirit

Pumpkin and green chiles fill the air. 

Leaves crunch beneath our feet. 

Cool, crisp air chills the bones, but is welcomed with bare shoulders and toes.

Hazelnut coffee sits on my tongue. 

Eyes focused on the screen THIS night (but who do we kid? never only this night).

But in the fall spirit, we write on hoping our small ripples make waves one day.