When autumn blew into the Pacific Northwest with that windstorm the last week of August, I didn’t trust it. I thought summer would make a comeback and hang on through October. Last Thursday, while walking through the cool, misty air of our first thick fog of season, I finally started to believe that fall had really fallen. Although we can get fog just about any time of year, this one felt like a fall fog somehow.
Maybe because I dislike summer so much, every sign of fall is such a welcome, magical thing in my eyes. Even the trail (in the photo above) through a neighborhood park, which Smarty and I walk on a few times every week, suddenly looked mystical and inviting and I was inspired to stop and snap a photo with my iPhone.
I’m so excited for more foggy mornings and for every phase of the fall ahead. It’s all so beautiful!
Linking to Cee’s Which Way Challenge: Week 37