autumnal

Every year in Austin, there's one day where the breeze starts to blow a bit crisp-cooler, and the leaves fall off the trees softly-silently like raindrops or feathers or maybe even kisses. No matter when the first official day of autumn is marked on the calendar, this is the day that I mark as my very own first day of autumn.

I was thrilled when I woke up this morning and the breeze outside was crisp-cool, and the bright yellow leaves glided across the black asphalt weightlessly, with an exquisite silence, a dancing poetry.

It's lucky that I noticed the dancing of the leaves across the street today. One more day, and I would've missed it. It's easy to miss things when days and nights are equally busy.

Tonight was Ani in concert. Tomorrow is preparation for JournalCon, Thursday is the pre-party, and then Friday through Sunday is the actual event. It wears me out just to think about it.

Autumn is here just in time for all the lovely people we've invited to Austin. The weather should be beautiful, Chamber of Commerce days if ever there were any. This evening was cool and clear for the concert -- so clear that the music was its own atmosphere beneath the starry Hill Country sky.

And when this week is through and I'm looking back upon it, that is what I would like to remember.

I should be back next week, after JournalCon is over.