On the horizon

Yesterday evening on my walk with the dogs, I noticed this tree:

The first real sign of fall. The trees have been threatening to change since the weather turned spastic a couple of weeks ago. While they were still green I could pretend that summer would go on forever, sort of like the opposite of Narnia. For me, fall means winter and I hate winter. We probably won't get a snowfall until after Thanksgiving, but it's there...just waiting.