Indian Summer

I love Indian summer.  Those words immediately paint a picture that is brilliant with the hues of fall, the feeling of the crisp air on my skin as I sleep with the windows open and the smell of harvest's abundance.  My impulse is to jump up and run outside to see if there is a pile of leaves to dive into. When I think of that,  I approach my day much differently and I have a choice to make.  I can focus on the upcoming winter or I can choose to focus on this beautiful extension of summer and enjoy the here and now. I lose the glory of today when I look ahead to the possible grays of tomorrow. I choose today.