Wait five minutes

Rosy fingered dawn

I loved the orange at dawn. So clear.

Fog blanket

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.

Normal overcast

By mid-afternoon, it was seriously overcast, a solid layer of blue-grey above.

Effect of south wind

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.”

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