In June, the view from the dock at the bottom of 6th was blue and sparkle, full of promise. Even in the Pacific Northwest you can safely promise a few brilliant, warm summer days. Summer here, though beautiful, is more about the sense of touch to me: the warm sun on my upturned face, the cool breeze ruffling my hair.
But Autumn? Autumn is visual. It's all about the color. Even the blue water is swirled with gold and softened with mist.
Huh. I just noticed the bug silhouette on that oak leaf. Interesting.
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