It was the kind of day where every living being in Madison wanted to take in those last warm rays.
Me too. On my balcony, my work in my lap, squinting against the sun.
Looking up from my text, though, I could tell: these are autumnal colors. And I don’t mean the turning leaves. Every month has its distinctive light. This tree has late September written all over it.
[Yes, bingo! Correct. A day of work and a bike ride home and then more work. You expect a longer post? Something tells me that the week-end will offer material. But not until then.]