Friday: Leaves.

[sister_luck]

When you step outside, it doesn't remotely feel like autumn. It's only the leaves that tell you that we're not in the middle of summer.



(And yes, the sun disappears earlier, but you wouldn't know that at this time of the day.)

Unseasonal weather: Makes me twitchy. In fiction, it usually means there's trouble afoot. Still, enjoying the sunshine and blue skies as best as I can.