As the daylight radiates through the window, I peer out
There is something musical about fall

The bare branches dance in the breeze and the clouds sway in the distance
The few leaves that are left shimmy until they cannot hold on any longer and leap gracefully to the ground

If you open the window and listen, you can hear the wind make the leaves crinkle and crunch

The mornings get quieter, the days get shorter, and the nights get darker and everything seems to settle for the upcoming winter

Lady bugs and beetles flutter their way into the warmly lit homes
The geese group together and sing in the sky was they head south

Nothing is quite as mystical and magical as a fall day.