down the bay

There’s a crisp tinge in the air these days, and I’ve taken out my favorite sweater. I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing it in public, but it’s just right for the back porch and my morning cup of coffee.

I have a lovely view of the bay and enjoying the sunrise with that cup of coffee never gets old. At this time of year, the sun is moving south across the horizon and it’s a visual reminder of the passing of time and the changing seasons.

Fall has a subdued charm that is different from the joy of spring and warmth of summer. Fall foliage and flowers coordinate with the deep orange of the harvest moon and the ever-present scent of pumpkin spice and cinnamon.

For me, fall heralds a season of gratitude that leads up to Thanksgiving.

In this most unusual year when we’ve all pretty much kept to ourselves, I’m grateful for my little haven down the bay, not just home, but a little slice of heaven.