Bright and blue.
The sun is caught in the skein of naked trees like a fly in a spider web. There are only a few clouds, scattered. It is November, yet not November. We are honored with another lovely day. You get on your horse and ride.
No frost on the car's windshield this morning. A smooth pond reflecting two geese which call out "Where, where, where are you?" They are looking for their companions.
The flag at the cemetery blows easily south to north. The kind of day with nothing much to report. You even want to keep your silence to yourself.
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