Low Noon

[wobh]

This time of year, the sun crosses low in the south so that it's like the golden hour all day long. When the sky is clear, and the breeze is warm, this is my favorite weather in my favorite season. I have to go outside, out among the gold-green of the poplars, the aching red of the maple, and the blazing green of firs and pines and cedars. They're

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[psychosnail]

There are all sorts of cool colors at dawn and dusk. It's been a strange fall, far too warm. It actually felt like fall the other day. The sky was grey and it was chilly. I could actually taste the humidity in the air and it smelled like, if it could just get cold enough, it would snow. Winter is struggling for control of the weather with Summer, and hasn't won yet. Summer's grip has been weakened, but control has not been ripped away yet.