A low hanging sun starbursts through the pines.
Evening hours creep in earlier and earlier each day, those waning hours the backdrop for a million scenes.
Fabric scraps pilfered from mom's sewing stash become flags for a game of flag football, where an 8 year old proclaims that he loves this game because as coach, he gets to boss his sister around.
A garden hose is dragged through the too long grass. In an instant, it's a fire hose as little hands urgently work together to extinguish some blaze.
Short and fat, tall and long, sticks of all shapes and sizes become this week's treasured objects, useful for training as ninjas and battling dragons.
That is the magic of fall.