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By Saturday afternoon the vertigo has decreased enough for me to take my camera for a walk. The air is crisp, and clouds are scudding across a windy autumn sky.
The marshy lake-around-the-corner shines silver under peach-tinted clouds:
Cattails stand shivering in the last rays of the sun...
...which is just low enough to cast a reddish glow on this telephone pole and the trees behind it:
The rain and winds of the last week have swept most of the leaves off the trees. A bare oak stands out stark and black against the soft-coloured sky:
Tiny grasses hold up miniscule seeds:
To the west are silos under lavender and rose clouds:
Meanwhile, a half-moon rises in the east.
"Where did August go?" asks a yellow dandelion at my feet.
"I don't know, but I think we should have gone there too," replies the white dandelion (which dressed up as a snowball for Halloween and forgot to take off its costume).
Across the field and around the next pond, a pine cone nestles in a fallen cluster of needles:
The wind is sharp in my face, and it's time to turn for home.
A gorgeous sunset walk - but oh, how cold it seems! We're on the downhill slide to winter.
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