To everything, turn, turn, turn...

Autumn has been coming on for a while now.  The leaves of the Luxembourg garden have begun to line its walks instead of garnishing its branches.  Last week when I woke up I could smell its crispness on the air.

Within the French, knowledge of the change lies dormant, and without knowing why they do, they've been wearing jackets in warm weather for weeks to prepare for its coming.

Today the shift in the air was palpable.  I went to the river to watch the sun set.  Instead of turning away from it, I embraced the cool touch of the nimble-fingered wind, and it made me feel alive.

Jardin du Luxembourg

Falling,
Maria