Saw a swath of stratus the other morning and lined across it were three fat, parallel, contrails. Nature doesn't deal in parallel lines. The measure of man on nature.
I drive and I'm in shadow while the hills are lit by sun. Light at the end of the tunnel. Fits how I was down and climbing back out of it now. The sun on the hills shows what's left of the fall color change...orange and yellow mostly, some bronze. Lots of silver now from bared branches.