My friend Anne Hunter came for a visit today.
When we left for Shenanigans and Mountain Breeze, the fog had settled in.
By the time we returned, the sun was breaking through before setting.
Trampoline weather is what we've got: shirt sleeves yesterday and sun; light sweaters and fog this morning; sun this afternoon; and now wool required.
In all weathers the leaves burn one last long time as if having saved all their courage before surrendering to the season of darkness.
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