Fall Mornings

Cold mornings have arrived....refreshingly cold though. These are the kind of mornings that make me appreciate a hot travel mug of mocha java as I do my half-asleep, half-awake shuffle out of the house. The weather is still mild enough to maintain an unzipped jacket, non-shivering, "i think I'll sit outside today" mentality. Fall is such a sensory season. Not that the other three aren't, but it seems the air holds aroma more robustly in the fall. A hot apple pie isn't nearly as inviting wafting through hot summer heat, or crawling through frigid ice and snow, as it is floating through an autumn leaf infused breeze. I think the onset of coldness may call for a mid-week bike ride (depending on how dilligently I finish my work tomorrow...). I feel winter nippin at my heels (i do like winter though). But tonight, to the Beehive i shall go for the typical study/work night. A mug of frothy chai, the chattering of pseudo-intellectuals (stereotypical coffee house variety), and because it's the beehive - even the periodic sound of pool balls colliding. Gee, i love that place :o)