dreaminghope | She's lovely, even if it is 4 AM

I woke at about 4 AM. It's the quietest time: the bar hoppers are already home or drinking coffee in twenty-four-hour restaurants; the early-bird commuters haven't started out for their worm yet – the worms are still asleep.

Through the silence that woke me, I hear something. It's the whisper of leaves; the sound of her gown rustling as she descends upon Vancouver. Autumn glided in at 4 AM, unseen and unheard by any but me.

There was my favourite kind of wind this afternoon; a wind that blows my hair and skirt around – makes me into a wild girl – but that doesn't cut through my jean jacket.

The late afternoon sun is golden. The air is cool; not crisp yet, but it's coming. The wind smells of dry leaves, orange and brown. The maple trees seem to have dropped a million leaves over one night, though the branches are still laden.

It will soon be sweater and apple crisp weather. It will soon be knitting weather. It will soon be hot chocolate and soft blanket weather.

Welcome, fair Autumn!