It's not as if there was no forewarning.
And yet.....it surprised me.
Does it every arrive at the just right time?
Or - is it that the just right time is precisely when it first arrives?
It's not yet winter. It can't be.
It's just its fore-shadowing.
The trees haven't - yet - fully shed their leaves.
The cows still roam free.
I donned my boots and hats and winter mittens. I wasn't ready....and - I was.
This bit of color laced in between the blacks and the whites
...these sweet animals
...this magical moment and majestic scene.
It may never happen in quite this way.
Life is beautiful. Isn't it?