Ohhhhh my goodness gracious, y’all.
It was in the 60s when we woke up this morning and all day, there was the tiniest chill in the warm breezes. When I pulled up at home after work, the light was different. It wasn’t white, it was amber. The shadows were longer. You know the way it changes this time of year and makes 5:00 a soft landing wherever you are? It was magical. We had dinner outside.
I swear I could smell a bonfire burning somewhere, but it was probably just my imagination.