Relative Something

It’s already as dark as can be in the morning when I depart for my commute to the Cities and almost as dark before dinner’s barely finished so the swing of seasons is unmistakable. What I miss while I am at the day-job is the rapidly intensifying colors unfolding in a select few of our trees around Wintervale.

Luckily, Cyndie is home to capture the spectacle for me.

Soak it up with me…

Is that fun or what?!

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