Finally, I can feel winter approaching
For the first day this season the bird bath sits empty
The branches, most of them, are bare
The leaves that remain dangling are crinkled and brown
The sky is gray
I go outside in a hoodie and a thick fleece, and I'm still cold
When we walk beside the river, Suzie skips most of her favorite swimming spots
Then we come upon her friend Sage, and together the dogs run headlong into the water
