November in Suspension

The kids are tearing around the school grounds in shorts and t-shirts. The sky is clear of all but a few wispy cotton clouds. I am sitting at my desk while the sun beats down, wishing I could be a cat, sprawled in careless glory under the rays, idly watching the dust dance as it is caught in the light. The leaves have barely begun changing, annuals are still blooming, but already it is November. There is a smell in the air which seems like autumn might finally be upon us.