It was 46 degrees when I woke up this morning. For the first time in a long time, I was legitimately cold. Actually shivering. It was a welcome moment. This is how I mark the end of summer. I love the fall and the promise of nights beneath heavy blankets. And, of course, runs that aren’t so hot.
It was foggy on the bridge this morning.
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I couldn’t help but stop and snap some photos of the lamplight through the heavy haze.
Somehow, the empty streets seemed even more deserted than usual.
I love living in a place where I can stand in the middle of a bridge and take a picture in peace on the first true morning of fall.
You’re lucky you didn’t get run over in all that fog.
LOL…your wife is worried, Matthew.
Beautiful photos…and yahoo for Fall, my favorite season! We felt it this morning too. Plus, the harvest is starting, our chardonnay is in!
I miss that bridge. Thanks for the pics.