Low on the horizon, the sleepy fall equinox sun ploddingly awakens, bearing a gift before it’s winter nap.
Yawning and stretching, the celestial being prepares it’s brush with thick morning fog before dipping it into it’s spectral palette.
Blinking stubborn sleep from its eyes, our sleepy star warmly breathes fall colors into the cool morning breeze. The rolling mist carries splashes of crimson, orange and yellow on awaiting leaves.
Dripping wet leaves are heavy laden with hue. Prominent veins appear, telegraphing to Cardinals that winter, soon will be here.