Today it feels like fall. But I don't believe it yet. It keeps "feeling like fall," and I keep putting on my lovely fall boots and my cozy fall sweater and I keep sweating my buns off. (On a recent trip to Seattle with Pump Wearing Probation Officer, I had to buy a shirt, because I was literally sweating to death. Eww. I'm gross.)
So, I will not yet proclaim it is fall quite yet, but it feels very fall-ey this morning. Especially, with the cute little duckies swimming by. (They aren't really swimming are they? Paddling? Floating? Well, you know what I mean.) I tried to get a picture of the Canadian geese, but by the time I grabbed my camera and walked outside in my clog slippers (a gift from Wax Job's last trip to Amsterdam), the geese had honked on by. They are also pretty, but today you get to check out the ducks.
And the lake. How about that reflection? Looks like a painting, I think. I have some profound thoughts going on in my head about character and politics and people's abilities to have rational discussions and relationships and travelling and food and starvation and education, but today, just enjoy the ducks. And think about fall. (Maybe.) It's pretty.
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