is just early summer still, no?
So what was with all the autumn leaves yesterday? I had stopped against the curb to snap a photo, and only then noticed all the golden and yellow leaves arrayed in their windblown repose, a compliment to my bike.
"The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold"
Johnny Mercer
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