maintaining a forty-eight year tradition of commenting on things that interest me...
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Fade to Grandeur
Tonight, I could almost see autumn on the western horizon. As I walked outside near sunset, the treeline was silhouetted against a layered sky colored with the chalky richness of a pastel; as I gased, I felt a playful breeze drift 'round me as it rustled the leaves over my head. Not even eight o'clock, and a cerulean sky overhead brightened by a crisp half moon and a light swirl of cloudiness hinted at cooler nights to come.