I can feel the weather tipping into fall here. As we walked home from a late show at the theatre, the city crews were out, hoisting the Christmas lights onto the lamp standards. A chill breeze was blowing through the dark, empty downtown streets, forcing me to pull out my handwarmers and pull up my jacket hood.
The morning was as bright and sunny as ever, but with all the construction here, the wind blowing the dry leaves was mixed with enough dirt to give the impression of a dust-storm. I looked out the window this afternoon and the row of trees that yesterday were covered in gold had been stripped bare.