An Essay on the Changing Season

From my old friend and favorite cozy mystery writer Cricket McRae, here’s a lovely little taste of autumn for my readers – especially those of us living in places where the daytime highs are still up in the 90s.

A rumpled gray sky shadows me on my morning walk, and clear rain-washed air fills my lungs. Each day the changes become more apparent: Winter is coming.

For now, however, I’ll revel in fall. A slight breeze wraps around my moving limbs. The thermometer on the back porch reads 58 F and a couple light layers along with a brisk walk keeps me warm but not too warm.    read more