have you ever seen porcupine babies?

rococo clouds

The later sunrise is sometimes the only redeeming thing
about
cooler-weather mornings.
7:30 am now is when the sun is mid-sky on its way up.

When the sun-rays pour down through the changing red maples
lining the street, I feel I could never leave the North.

(Giovanni Battista Tiepolo, Allegory of the Planets and Continents, sketch, 1752, oil on canvas, 73 x 54 7/8 inches (185.4 x 139.4 cm), Metropolitan Museum of Art, NY)

...and I did NOT vote for him...

(from a banner on a British newscast)

Come Fall,

come.

Fall.

The rain is here; hope evaporates with humidity.
Motion is an escape:
landscapes change, purposes temporarily shrouded.

Chills. Adrenaline. Frenetic movement.

The promise of fulfillment.