Our Fall season is typically hot and dry. Temperatures remain in the 80s and scorched hillsides have to wait weeks and weeks before rain brings relief.
To my delight, Autumn swooshed in with mist and fog.
The low clouds danced around us. I breathed in the moist air. Kona took in the fresh scents.
Moisture seems to lift Kona's spirits, I suspect because the water brings out different smells. She held her tail up, moving confidently down the trail.
I told her I had to get a non-blurry picture so everyone could see how happy she was. She obliged, unhappily.
I often wish we had a more pronounced change in seasons, both for quicker relief from summer's heat and to be able to enjoy Autumn's changing colors. As I rounded a bend on the trail, a wall of season change greeted me, boasting our region's most brilliant Fall color. I enjoyed from a distance.
As we neared the end of our run, the fog held strong, muting daylight. I soaked in the refreshing scene. Kona stood in stoic meditation.
Happy Fall my friends.