Heaven, here it is again

Outside my consolation prize window, there is a glowing ribbon of reddish orange along the peaks of the dark blue mountains. High above, long thin strands of cirrus clouds reflect purple and pink. It's 55 out there; in some surrounding areas, there is a frost advisory and the air is in the 30s and 40s. It's Fall out there! There is even a color report on the morning news, where to go this weekend to see the changing Aspen. That's something we don't get at home. The first day of Fall is not until next Wednesday. That's the calendar. At home, we won't feel it until mid-October. But here, Mother Nature jumped the starting line. You go, girl.