An Eighth Shot of Espresso: Coffee and Creativity on Mum's Third Shift

Leaves crunch under my feet the path is well marked but as the trees shed their colorful blankets I tread on a road of sunset. The very earth knows the turn of the seasons summer's embrace loosens its grip gently, ever so gently. But it is not yet winter no, the cold's not set in I bask in autumn's warmth not a blaze, not a scorching ray Just a touch of radiance.

The longest night of the year Shadows fall quickly The temperature is enough to make the dead shiver. Icy winds blow from the north and the stars are far away Their light do not pierce the clouds. It feels ominous tonight as if the world is holding its breath only to see it puff in smoke in the chilly sky. Christmas lights shine from the windows candle flames flicker in time with the beating of the season's heart. Huddle around for warmth for the dark is everywhere at its peak but take heart for the light will rise again.

Grey outside yet warm and humid the last bits of summer stubbornly cling fast heedless of the calendar ignoring the Equinox. Bonfires and crackling leaves cozy sweaters and scarves pumpkin spice and apple pie all of those will still need to wait a while. Hurricane season lasts from June to November They're predicting six inches of rain or pop up thunderstorms even the weatherman's not sure. Dark at 7 AM and again at 5:30 PM as time marches on at least in some ways autumn has arrived.