Smoking a cigar watching leaves fall out of trees…. Autumn teardrops.
In the spring when life is new leaves blow in the breeze strong and confident. The wind moves them and they sound like fabric blowing on the clothes line.
In November they sound crisp and old as they let go and fall to the ground.
The gray cold sky is the ideal backdrop for the last of the foliage to die on.
Overcast skies in autumn hide the long shadows that the low sun makes…..fitting when winter is forming a grasp on these short days.
The Farmers Almanac says this river that flows near me will freeze soon. Today it’s cold as it rushes along the decaying banks.
Antonio is right when he tells us to enjoy the four seasons!
