tell me there's a reason for every stupid season

[jazzfish]

It's not just that there's fog. It's not just that I couldn't see the other side of 7 when I came in this morning, or that the far end of the parking deck has been wrapped in gauzy grey-white.

It's that it's late November, and several spindly maples (?) in the lot below are still clothed in harvest-fire leaves, and they can't help but glow through the fog.

Last Monday morning the stretch of grass/creek/powerline on Braddock Road faded into nothingness about a hundred feet out.

I've missed this so much.

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[nixve.livejournal.com]

oh, I adore that poem so much!