A nearly perfect day for work

It was a nearly perfect day. My favorite time of year is autumn, always has been. I have to agree with Nathaniel Hawthorne that there is some magic with that first chill in the air, and the turning of the leaves that sparks the imagination. For me, it just seems to refresh the spirit. I’ve been feeling in need of a little refreshing.
I opened the windows wide in my office. Which my allergist says not to do. Autumn is my most allergy prone season; of course. But when the air is soft, and has that hint of coolness, and the crickets are singing their most heartfelt serenade; I have to open the windows. I need to feel that air against my skin. Even if it means that I have to use every paperweight I own to keep my papers from fluttering about in the breeze. It also meant I could hear the stream down below my window, flowing into the pools. It’s a man made stream, but the sound is made to order. Really. The workmen and I played with rocks in the flowing water until I had the sound of the water exactly the way I wanted it. Move a rock here, one there, listen, then move it back, until the sound was what I’d been dreaming of. It is a lovely sound to that we can hear from the patio, and from any of the new offices if we’re willing to open the windows. Jon isn’t much for open windows, but I am. Once a biology major, well, you get the idea.
I’m still happy with the book, but I have no idea for a title. If it had turned out to be the novel-lite that I’d thought it was going to be, then it would have been JASON. But now, we need a longer title and I am stumped. There’s no vampire, or lycanthrope owned business on stage. I wasn’t planning on there being any, but without it, what to call the book? I’ve actually enlisted my editor to see if she can come up with anything. Maybe when I’ve had a few more days of rest and feeling better, I’ll come up with something. But frankly, I’ve used up all the titles that were in my file. Well, except for two that just don’t match this book.