As I walked out of the house onto the porch today the sun was shining through the trees.
Two of the dogs went off to do their business and to romp around after their night of snoring and taking up most of the bed.
The air was cool, not crisp. A very soft breeze was blowing.
And the leaves from our multitude of trees were falling. It looked like a snow shower, but made with leaves.
Birds were chirping. None of the local dogs were barking….for once. All that could be heard was the falling of leaves, and birds.
No other place to be, but here.
Home.