Sunday, August 04, 2019

late SUNday

The skies cleared and the sun broke through. As I stepped out onto the high deck for these pictures, I almost caught a whiff of fall, like a ghost who runs out of the room the minute you step in.





2 comments:

Mo Crow said...

such poetic words and pictures

jude said...

the whiff, the sound, the season has shifted.
You make me dream of new larger cloth, waiting till after we move.