Yesterday was sublimely wet and the moisture in the air enhanced the changing foliage. There was also a lingering mist that gave me the feeling that I wasn’t in Cincinnati, but instead, some foreign place I could not begin to pinpoint.
After lunch, I decided to swerve into Mt. Airy park to check out the trees and just zone out for a while. A couple of deer wandered by, relatively undisturbed by my presence.
I collected leaves and my thoughts, then made it home to find the solution for a complicated production issue at work.