Fall in Flushing

Today is the kind of day I missed in Rochester, city of the fleeting falls. When suddenly I found myself with an idle hour on my hands, I walked due east, destination-less and slowly. Trees in early fall are gorgeous for the way they lay against the sky, which is blue and deep today. It's hard to be confused under these circumstances; clarity is the season's drumming beat. Steady, low, constant.

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