I just went out to the mailbox and realized it was Ry-day outside. There are certain fall days that always remind me of you - of walking you to wait for the school bus. They have qualities like all of the leaves falling off of the tree near the mailbox in rapid succession, or the really frosty fall morning when the sky is really blue and the leaves fall with a clunk from that tree and from Mom-Mom's trees by the road. Then there are the popping jewel weed mornings.
Gives me the warm fuzzies.