I'm not one who normally marks the change of seasons. The seasons in Texas hardly ever change with the calender. Today was different. It was dark when I took Gryffindor out for his walk this morning, which was odd, and it was also chilly. I wanted a sweater. That doesn't often happen here in September. But it happened today. "Oh fun," I thought. "It actually feels like autumn on Autumn day."
Of course, the cool was just a prelude to a rain storm. It poured this morning. Buckets. My fun was washed away when I found myself standing on a flooded sidewalk, clutching my $5 umbrella and waiting for the bus to come by. Still, it was something very autumnish.