To changing climes.

It's autumn. Another season. So nice to see change. Falling leaves. Especially from the aspens and the birch. And the changing colors. Still, some warms days. Pleasantly so. And coolish nights. But frost may still be a week or two or three away. Maybe long, long ago I'd lament the passing of summer. Not any more. I've learned to savor the changing seasons. In my younger days, I even fled to Florida. For three years. In search of an environs without winter. Only then did I understand that I missed what I once had. And back I went. To changing climes. --Jim Broede