The second-to-last Saturday of October. Autumn shows its late-season face. Many trees are bare now or nearly so. The world prepares for winter.
This is still autumn, but barely. The lushness has faded. The color is muted. What remains has its own beauty, the beauty of things ending, of cycles completing, of the world settling in for the cold.
Be present for this late autumn Saturday. It will not return. Next October will bring its own version, but this one exists only now.
How will you experience late autumn today?