rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,


A day gone gray, the lawn a strew of brown leaves, the street bordered with gold pine needles, and there could be rain by tomorrow. Delightfully dismal November weather has arrived right on time. Now I can watch the sky slowly grow larger as the trees shed their foliage and reveal their naked branches. For now, there are still hummingbirds visiting the last flowers, but the rose bushes have been pruned for winter and the walnut tree is dropping whatever nuts the squirrels have not plucked. There are crows everywhere. When night falls, I like to imagine that there are bats everywhere. I like November.

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