There was a bright, warm sun in the sky on Monday when I took my noontime walk through the park. The trees had all shed their leaves, so they already looked like winter had come, but the warm breeze blowing across the grass felt like summer.

As I left the office, one of my coworkers had warned me that I wouldn’t want to come back, and that I wouldn’t need my jacket. He was right on both counts. I could even roll up my shirt sleeves and enjoy the warmth of the sun on my arms. Instead of power-walking along the path around the park, I ambled, taking in the blue sky. The laughter of the children on the playground recharged my soul.

The street on the other side of the park runs downhill past some apartment buildings that appear to date back to the 1960s or 1970s. Plenty of tall trees tower over the two-story buildings, giving the grounds a woodsy feel. I followed the road to the intersection, hung a left and strolled back up a long hill to the footpath that leads back to the park.

Dawdling in the sunshine, I dragged myself into the office at the last minute. My coworker was right. I didn’t want to go back.

Tuesday was cloudy but Wednesday was sunny again. Neither day was as warm as Monday. Thursday was windy, overcast and cool, but I went for a walk anyway. There won’t be too many more days this fall when going for a walk will seem as appealing as it did on Monday.

The weather changed when storms blew through the area on Thursday night, bringing a howling wind that turned into driving rain, pelting the sides of our little red house. The rain’s gone this morning but the sky is dreary gray and there’s a chill in the air that feels like it’s here to stay. Hello, November.