October 2018

Dark clouds moving in from the west; this sun won’t last long. A breeze carries the sweet, pungent smell of ozone mingled with decay.

Patches of white in the yard—the first frost. So late! But then the oaks are still green, the sky still constrained by leaves.

Cold wind salted with the first few snowflakes—that seasonal seasoning. Behind the ridgetop trees, a hint of blue sky.

The silence of a power outage gives way to the rumble of a generator. High overhead, the resident pair of ravens croak back and forth.