scattered...

the crisp chill of fall flows like a cool breath through an open window...
greens, yellows and mild oranges cling to slim branches and wave from the adjacent yard...
mountain tops with a dusting of brilliant white signal the early loss of summer days and the pending commencement of winter darkness...
as the temperature continues to drop, a sense of preparation comes over us...
casual jackets don't cut it anymore...
and we're evaluating our footwear and layering techniques...
shedding the warm blankets in the early morn has already become a tall order...
and it's only just begun...

long days of sunshine were a welcomed, yet unfamiliar occurrence...
soon they'll be sorely missed when light hours are few and far between...
the yukon rarely makes national headlines...
perhaps because it often feels like an entirely different world...