There’s a Change in the Air

There’s a change in the air. The seasons they are a’changin’, James Whitcomb Riley would have written. Indeed, the trees are glamorous in their shimmery golden gowns. The sunshine is peeking up these mornings deeper to the south. The very atmosphere has taken on a crispness unknown to sultry summery days. Riley wrote, “They’s something kindo’ harty-like about the atmusfere                              .