Fall and Fog

Somehow, while I was getting lost in the back roads of my brand-new town and meeting neighbors and talking to strangers, September slipped in and was halfway gone before I realized it was here. I love September. It's the last hurrah of summer, but it's promising Fall.

Courtesy here. This is how I picture September, in my head. Gray, and a little melancholy. This is Big Sur, California, one of my favorite places. Fall there isn't colorful, but it's gloomy and chilly and mysterious.

Nothing much more to say now, except that football season has started! Go Broncos! :)

FOG

THE fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

-Carl Sandburg