First week in November, and I’m still waiting for the first stiff windstorm that will strip the trees. The colors make a treat even out of a walk around a mall’s parking lot. The highway traffic down below me was stopped for some reason. At least the drivers had a view to enjoy as they waited.

 

 

And then a little later, I caught a moment just before sunset that only fall can bring me.

This is the kind of day I’ll remember in March when I’m tired of snow and ice.