And So It Begins
September 22, 2025 — 0623 — 58°
The air had that fresh rain and honest chill to it this morning. Not winter’s teeth, just the cool that tells you the season has finally turned the corner. Out across the fields the crops have started to bronze, the grass is letting go of summer green, and the trees—impatient as ever—are dropping a few leaves before they even bother changing color.
I stood there a minute longer than usual, just listening. A couple of birds, a distant truck, nothing urgent. The kind of morning that says, “Alright—gear up. Harvest, school, jackets on the hooks. It’s time.”
And so it begins.
