The light arrives later in the morning now, just as we're finishing breakfast. It gives us a chance to welcome it...hello old friend. The coolness is a respite rather than something to be endured, as it will later in the season. It is time again for the smell of apples, of baking, of woolens from the cedar chest. Autumn for me is the new year. This is when things start again, the energy of preparing hands belying fading light and withering leaves.