We got our first frost this morning. It was chilly and foggy, with ice settled on the grass and leaves and rocks. Mist rose from the river. I ran early again, determined to keep getting out there before the day gets too far underway. It always seems worth rising early, and today was no exception. I ran into the fog across the river, I watched the sun tip over the hills, and I saw the color seep into the leaves with the morning light. It was the last morning of summer. It let me know that fall is here. Apparently it arrived a day early.