Autumn

Waiting for a change. The first chilly morning that smells of dusty warmth as the furnace burns for the first time in months. The October light slants, and casts long shadows in the afternoon. Shivering in the sunshine. I want to wake up to cold cloudy skys and weather. I want to eat hot soup and bundle up in blankets. I want to go for a walk at night and smell woodsmoke and feel chilled. I know that soon enough I will be complaining of cold feet. I will be longing for the deep, dry heat of the Utah desert. For now though, I'm waiting for winter, waiting for change.