Took the Monster Trucker for a spin on the Minuteman at sunset. Of course, that meant that I left a little before 4, with the sun already kissing the horizon and painting the clouds: ridiculous, but that's they way it goes here at this time of year.
3:56 pm...
Most leaves are gone, leaving bare tree-structures, abstract dendritic forms in the crystalline air.
Rolled out with the sun, rolled back with the moon.
Last of the daylight reflected in the surface of Peepers Pond.
Winter lights in Arlington Center, new bulbs with a warmer glow than the ashen, spectral white of recent years.
The Surly gleams in the dark as it waits to be put to bed.
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