This morning was the last time this month that I will be walking Nathan in the dark. Sunday, we gain an hour and hopefully a bit more time to linger in the morning. After a very hot summer and early fall, Atlantans are finally enjoying crisp, cool mornings. The leaves are at the height of their color and the landscape is a feast for the eyes. I always walk Nathan through a wooded area in our neighborhood which traces the path of the old Atlanta-Decatur Trolley Line. At one point during our walk I glanced upwards and saw these delicate, yellow leaves fluttering in the light cast from a neighboring street light.