A gloomy dawn, the sky is overcast with shadows. The air is thick with
the scent of rain. The breeze is chill. Fog kisses the nearing hills,
and the earth is leached of brilliance. On the roadside, the crowns of
a few scattered trees begin to turn. Green replaced with scarlet and
Today, I wear a long sleeved tee and a wool sweater.
One more week left to the month and autumn has already begun. Will this
wet summer and early fall mean a hellish winter?