November
A
driving rain came last evening and spoiled things for the trick-or-treaters,
though at least it was a warm front where temperatures rose through the night.
By
morning, the light revealed that the remaining leaves had come down with the
deluge, and the gloomy start cast everything in a muted fog. In the large
puddles in the driveway, leaves floated on the surface, spinning slowly about
in the wind.
November
it seems wants to arrive all of a sudden, stealing the last of autumn’s colors
from the limbs and dashing them about on the ground. The only consolation is
the strangely warm wind, which is reminiscent of an April front, where the
Earthy smells percolate and excite us toward spring.
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