We gained an hour last night – which really means we lost it – and the shorter days mean early sunsets. So I took advantage of the break in the rain and walked to the park this afternoon before five. The clouds hung low and heavy in the horizon, at first the color of peaches and cream, then changing to grape and lavender.
A neighbor was out with his children, all bundled up, rosy-cheeked and happy.
I found my favorite winter tree near the boys playing basketball.
A blimp-cloud loomed large overhead seeming ready to invade
but minutes later turned charcoal gray and harmless.
I really do like this time of year, regardless of the rain, for the fresh air and early sunsets.
I returned home as happy as those youngsters.