A good time of year to like brown: we are all about texture
now. Poofy seed pods of goldenrod, scruffy tree trunks, distant vaguely twiggy
hillsides, nearly invisible deer. The sunrises are becoming oranger, though,
and broad, behind the entire range of mountains to the east. The sun rises
sometimes on fields made white with sparkling crystals, like very temporary
snow.
Heavy frost—dogs leave
melted butt prints on lawn. The
paws that refreshes!
A timely word painting. Lovely.
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