I pause to look closely at the turning leaves. I’ve never seen a splotchy kind of autumn transition. Normally, I wake up and simply notice that the leaves have changed; I never truly notice the in-between of not-quite either season.
(Plus, I dislike transitional states. I’d rather stay settled, arrived, and orderly.)
But today I see the just-starting and the almost-there-but-not-yet. I see the not-letting-go and the tug of war between summer and autumn.
There’s beauty here, too.