Transition.

We left on a 90-degree day in late summer, flying away into clear blue skies and bright sunshine. We returned to an autumn chill, with clouds and drizzle that have given way to crisp fall days and cool clear nights. When we departed, our trees were bursting with leaves and our newly sprinkler-equipped lawn was bordering on lushness. We returned to find our yard blanketed with golden leaf-fall. On our wedding night, the sky was light until well after the cocktail hour had ended, but now I wake to blackness and it is nearly dark by the time I get home from work.

It seems the season shifted during our trip, providing tangible benchmarks for our own transition from fiances to spouses.