Moist air hangs over the Blue Wall like a rumpled gray blanket,
We set out for our first ever Thanksgiving Day Full Moon Rising Tour
Leaves flutter down in intemittent showers, touching ground
I’m watching this person walk her dog. The dog strains against a leash,
Magic is happening. Winding roadsides are illuminated in shades of ROY G (without the BIV).
Right on schedule, nights stretch longer between dusk and dawn.