Autumn has settled in comfortably. Its signature colors of red, yellow, and brown blanket the land. One day the sky is a dazzling blue and the next a dull pewter grey.
A few flowers hang on, weathering the chilly nights and spotty frost. If they’re in a sheltered place with a southerly exposure they just might make it for another week or two.
In the alley, down in the next block is a strand of Morning Glory with a single blossom. It is a final star burst of color, like a 4th of July skyrocket, a salute to the past, to summer’s light and warmth.