Another glorious gift of a day. Sunny, warm. There'll be plenty of time for November's tears and melancholia. Right now, it's October's Baroque Music. Parades of color,horns and drums, stately marches for the beginning of an orderly descent of leaves. Sudden flurries as groups of fallen leaves decide, en mass, that they're not yet willing to be inert sodden piles.They make mad dashes across busy streets
in riots of color.
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