Have you ever felt, actually felt, the change in seasons?  I feel it.  I feel it in the air, in the grass, in the birds songs, and mostly in myself.  It is a time I long for by the time summer is over.  The cool mornings, the mist rising and the calm after summer that starts to settle.  It’s like a craving has been fulfilled and now we can sit back and rest.  Like we can look up again and take the blinders off.  I wanted to paint a moment that reflected this feeling.  The cool morning that greets a new day.  No big expectations or to do list.  A day to just be.  A day when the autumn whispers that’s okay, it’s here again to make everything make sense.  And to tell you “good job,” you made it through another summer and came home to me.