At 1:23 this afternoon (the sun was low toward the south and already clearly in the western half of the sky) the temperature was 37 degrees F, the sky lightly spread with cirrus clouds and cross-crossed with con trails.
Are there usually so many of them (con trails)? Maybe I’m just not used to looking at the sky at this time of day. There was a fairly stiff breeze blowing, from the south, I think, though seemed like I was headed into it going east(?).
Was eager just to get out and document the latest fall event: a massive leaf drop. The night before last it rained, got cold, and then snowed, enough to make a light blanket that lasted, in places, at least a day. It made the leaves just plummet unceremoniously, en masse from a lot of trees, like the tulip trees that were so gorgeous only Sunday.
Along Race Street there still were some oaks and maples with clinging leaves, but on the ground was a golden carpet of leaves that had fallen.
Noticed with chagrin the cleared margin between Meadowbrook Park and the expanding Clark-Lindsay Village, preparing for the coming demand of my (g-g-g)generation.