Wonderful Autumn Days

Wonderful days.  The leaves are finally starting to turn.  Aspens, poplars, willows.  That golden glow, absorbing every single bit of last light.  

We had a quiet weekend, except for the middle of the night visits by the coyotes, not once but twice, circling outside.  Murph didn't even stir, Sage feebly growled once.  The coyotes are getting ready, too, for the long winter ahead.  Meanwhile, we enjoyed the sun, the faint smell of smoke, a controlled burn up the canyon, the light through the aspens, the Red-tailed hawk overhead.

Murphy and I know it is important to cherish each of these days.  To store them.  Long winters ahead.

Murphy's day.