Walking in an afternoon chill that is
Warmed by the grayness
Of an October sky
Fresh off a foreshadowing
From a spinning low front’s
Not so delicate
Hinting at winter’s impending arrival
I’m thinking about
How great it is
To feel the sting from the wind
And the smell of those fireplaces
Cranking out the aromas of Colonial Williamsburg
I may as well be walking on DOG Street for I am
Taken back
To the Old Dominion
The peacefulness inside the historic area
Rivaled only by the stillness that
This little cul-de-sac
Is bringing right now