It’s never been clear to me when Indian summer is supposed to occur, but I’m sure it’s not November. Yet here we are in a stretch of balmy, crystal days with blue skies the perfect compliment to the yellow leaves. Walking to our polling place this morning, I could only marvel at the brightness of the sun, the freshness of the air, and the intense colors of the autumn foliage. A perfect day to simply be present and breathe deeply.