Drear

[rejectomorph]

I sat on the sunny back porch this afternoon. The air was cool enough to keep the flies away, so I didn't have to keep an eye on my glass of orange juice. Even without the flies, I was distracted from the Sunday paper. October kept rustling dry leaves at me, so I was compelled to watch them flutter earthward. Later, the afternoon clouded up and, though no rain has been predicted, it almost seems as though I might get to see some water falling earthward. Ah, how delightfully gloomy the day has become! I think this augers well for October.