Early cold descending.
The little leaf sampler I was calling Into November has quickly become Into December. That's how it can go. It is good to have a stash of weather language to work with if you want to tell the story.
So far only a few stray snowflakes here. I could only catch them on cloth.
The oaks are bared, but the maple leaves are still hanging on.
I'm beating the dust out of the rugs today. The wind is blowing toward my grouchy neighbor.
Later? A maybe map.
