By 7:45 this evening darkness had fallen. It had fallen a good half hour ago. I sat on the couch inside our condo, looking through the balcony winder and watched small events of nature occur. Rain poured, evidenced by the numerous drops I could see land in puddles on the street below. The wind blew leaves from the tress and swirled them in the air. If they landed, I don't know, I couldn't see it happen. It was gloomy out. It looked as if there was a damp breeze that would chill your bones if you were out in it. It was one of those nights with an appearance that looked as if it could defy your sense of time and season. It could be April or early May or it could be now, September. Nights like this are a precursor to the nights of winter, a dead season, quiet bleak season.
Obviously, I'm not psychologically prepared for winter.
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