On the return leg of a North Shore ride, I saw the kind of blue, if a little darker, one normally doesn't see in the waters around New York City, except in postcards--or this:
We haven't had very many days of crystal-clear skies lately. During the past few days, intervals of non-rain have punctuated downpours accompanied, at times, by wind gusts. I couldn't keep a cap on when I was walking to the store; it's no wonder the branches can't keep their leaves
and their nudity seems even more stark against dark clouds.
Even the tall steel towers across the bay and river seem to need something to shield them against the impending winter, the way even a big, strong, young person needs a shawl, a cloak or something to cover his or her shoulders and frame against the coming cold.
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