Where art thou, o Fally Fall...? Another day of 77-79 degrees? Where's the brisk whoosh of ghosts? Where's the mad dash for that perfect light jacket, which must still be in a box, somewhere?
The Equinox is long behind us, so git with it!
The photo was taken at a fab neighborhood watering hole, at a gaping exposure of 3.2 seconds. If the walls really WERE that color, I might never have left... until Autumn really arrives, anyway.
UPDATE, 1:30pm: okay, it's officially 76 degrees, which is better than 79, but still too warm, demmit.