bjournal::juxtapoz

I would be hating the weather today. The wind has been blowing, it has been overcast, there has been the occasional downpour of rain, and if it were forty or fifty degrees, I would be miserable. I’d ponder staying inside all day with a blanket and tea. Or, maybe I’d muse about the approach of fall.

But it isn’t forty, or even fifty, it is seventy-six (at the time of writing), the trees are still green with only a few felled leaves so far, and the day only looks bad. Mid-October in Tennessee…