First fall...

Up at seven to bake the glass - I’ve become a strange sort of Baker.

Fumbling my way downstairs I noticed that special light through the glass of the front door. The snow light. And with it that crisp silence when everything is slightly deadened by the whiteness all around.

Cars hardly make a sound. Grammar boys on their way to school are muted for once.

It wasn’t much of a fall, just enough to put a frosting on my hedge, like icing upon a Christmas cake - but enough.

First fall.

I wonder what is to come.