Tuesday, 30 October 2018
I loved the orange at dawn. So clear.
An hour-and-a-half later, it was like a different day, perhaps a different world. A fog (cloud?) set in, and the dawn tints gone, and the color palette diminished.
By mid-afternoon, it was seriously overcast, a solid layer of blue-grey above.
At the beach, well, no beach, and a south wind sending the waves kicking up the leaves that had been floating aimlessly yesterday like poetic dabs on the lake. No more.
And by full dark, it was spitting rain. Sigh.
There’s a saying in these parts along the lines of “if you don’t like the weather, wait five miniutes,” or an hour. This was a day that fit that to a “T.”