The morning air had a bite to it, and the bare tree branches stood under a gray sky. It felt like December. How different from the recent springlike days with golden sun streaming in to light the landscape. Still, a refreshing morning for a walk. I smiled at a squirrel that, after running across the street in front of me carrying a nut or some other morsel in its mouth, suddenly leapt up from the ground about thirty inches, landing on a swooping maple tree branch and, without a bobble, sitting to eat breakfast.
Later in the day, standing on the Metro platform, the wind seemed even colder. Clouds drifted over from west to east. Then the sun broke through, and I turned to the south to soak up the warmth for a few moments before the train arrived.
Sunset came, gray and red in the southwest sky, lingering for a while before fading slowly. Four days until the winter solstice and the end to the shortening days.
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