Sunset last evening was amazing here on the edge of Baxter Woods. To the west streaks of pink across a deepening blue sky. To the east the tree tops ablaze with a brilliant golden light. A fine Friday happy hour show if ever there was one.

Carey Kish photo

Carey Kish photo

This morning dawned classic gray November, cold on the nose as I walked, hands in pockets, through Evergreen Cemetery to the duck pond in the far corner, a favorite spot.

Carey Kish photo

My mallard friends were there, glad to see me apparently, their plump figures bobbing and weaving across the water. I had nothing to offer but a smile and a hello but they didn't seem disappointed.

Carey Kish photo

It was calm as I circled the pond and headed back through the tombstones. The calm before the storm, a nor-easter of sorts predicted for the afternoon.

It's dark now and the storm has arrived in earnest. Pelting rain and swirling gusts. By morning the tree branches will be bare, our fall colors in shifting piles along the street, to be picked up by the winds and carried off.

The march toward winter moves inexorably on.

So it goes.

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