Frost In The Air

Late in the afternoon as the sun sank toward the horizon a soft zephyr wound its way through the bare branches setting the last couple of leaves to dancing.  A chill mist in the air sent a shiver down her back as she stepped outside.  She paused to look around in the growing twilight, breathing in the scent of damp leaves and feeling the nip of frost in the air.

‘Winter isn’t far off.’  She thought.  ‘It’s a good thing we finished cleaning up the yard and gardens.  The only thing left to do is dig out the snow blower.’