Autumn

In the early morning, my ever faithful companion that lets me know his bladder is full arouses me. His cold nose instantly nudges my hand in a vast number of attempts to get me out of bed. I am comfortable, not wanting to move. I have my child that is silently nursing, and my husband curled around me. Between the two I am comfortable, yet the cold nose persists. With a sigh I break away from my warm cocoon, and begin to dress for the cold assault that awaits me down stairs. Hoping I have button the right buttons and didn't miss any along the way; I go to meet my eager friend that is already by the door. Opening the door my senses are assaulted by the smell of rain. The cool air caresses my face in greeting and I become more alert. For once I am not rushing Jubei to do his business, but rather take the time to inhale deeply the scent of autumn. Always around this time of year, I become more alive. The leaves have not fully changed yet, which I am glad. I always felt that the best part of autumn is rushed when the leaves change to quickly. I like to savor the change in away. The reds, oranges and yellows are slowly peeking out through the green, hinting at the beautiful show that is about to begin. As autumn takes the stage, I wait with anticipation and hope that the overture of autumn goes by slowly. I feel the familiar cold nose at my hand again, I guess it is time to go in.