My story is...

Hardly believing it's Fall. This weekend three things happened all in a whirlwind of occurrence. I dove to Bend and back and forth between there and Eagle Crest to watch young children for a retreat, the month of October reared it's lovely head, and a cold front seems to have settled over Portland while I was gone. This triple threat of happenings has worked seamlessly together to leave me fully immersed in Autumn.
After two days the kids tired me out enough to make me slow down, breath deep, and notice things like the way the sun and my drapes color my room a Fallish sort of gold int he morning.
The month changed from non-committal, could-be-Summer-could-be-Fall September to sold-out-for-the-cause-known-to-all-in-association-with-pumpkins October. On top of that, it happened when I wasn't looking(Did you know it's already the 4th?).
Last but not least, it's cold. It's so  cold I need a scarf. It's so cold I need a jacket. It's so cold I use the heater. For someone who will sweat through September wrapped in her cutest scarf because she wishes it were Autumn already, this is a big deal.

And so, in one fell swoop, the world around and my little city decided to change and agree with me.
It's time for Fall.
(yay)

Post Script: This post inspired by Breken Kitchen and a journal that says "write your own story."