The sky started spitting about a block from the house.

The wind picked up one block further.

Acorns and leaves and water rained down on us as my husband and I turned up our collars; buried our free hands in our pockets, grumbled under our breath.

The dogs however were on full display.

Ears up, tails proud; they pranced through the falling leaves as if they were confetti and marched forward, convinced it seemed, that Nature was throwing them a parade.