Change in the air is finally tangible, as I wind my way to work.
Discerning one season, interlacing into the next, a mixture of benign restraint and brooding power.
The crispness of the air has taken over from the heat that so recently sat on my skin,
an unlooked for blanket in the early morning.
A creeping feeling of the days soon to be closing in, chasing away the hazy summer mornings.
The onset of this turning is one of dissipation and delight amalgamated,
entwined in a melancholy delirium, held fast for only a short spell.
Before the onset of the enchanting Autumnal elements converge.