Head in the Clouds

I got caught in a traffic snarl on the way home. I didn't care--my head was still in the clouds. It's Autumn now--I feel it--and the receding sky brought forth a summer's store of emotion. It ebbed slowly and by the time I arrived in my sweet smelly City, the sleepy sky was offering me the day's overture. Here is the view as I walked along Broadway towards my apartment at the end of a long day. My mother used to cite a weird incantation at the day's end color: Red sky at night, sailors delight. I finally see it.

I guess it's time to trot out my fall boots. Such hardship.