A brief cold snap after weeks of relatively warm weather has summoned the delicious colors of autumn from the local trees.  It seems to have happened overnight although I'm sure it's been weeks in the making.  The gathering leaves on the ground form a light padding that subdues the all too common footsteps from the likely tapping to a dull steady  thud.  and so with autumn comes the damp.  I first noticed as I stepped out this morning to grab some milk from the market across the street. I can't recall ever having a market that close.  Even as a child, the nearby neighborhood market, Todds, was a drive away. An entire quarter of a mile away.  And while I think of markets as having produce that was farmed during the Eisenhower years, this one, or rather these as there are two right next to each other, always surprise me with fresh cheeses and chorizo.  And yes, milk.

That first step out onto the walkway was litererd with damp leaves and mud, and that wonderful smell of falling leaves and decay.  Like Autumn is supposed to smell.