I Have A Jacket Ready And Waiting

I caught a quick breath of Autumn yesterday morning on my way to work.  Just that little walk from the front door to my car smelled like the season was on the edge of it's chair, waiting to leap off.  I'm on the edge of my chair also.  I could smell it again on a night jog, where it lasted a little longer and made breathing easier.

Enzojazz, as he likes to be referred as, knows me by name and takes my hand to lead us to our destination.  We're three weeks into school and he's doing fabulously.  There's a lot for us both to still learn, and I anticipate both of us not liking all that comes our way.  But a new season is something I have a better handle on - I can accept the change as a blessing, even when it feels different.