Autumn mist rising from Lake Arrowhead, so pretty. Cold though. The lows have been in the low twenties for the past several nights, and the highs have been in the thirties and forties. Some of the stores in the village already have their Christmas decorations up, ready to welcome the influx of Thanksgiving tourists.
Lots of beautiful leaves flying about with the wind today. Some of the dogwoods have already dropped their leaves and some only have a couple of red leaves in among the green. The maples are mostly done, unless I can hunt up some down in Crestline.
The trees that haven't dropped their leaves yet are like lanterns, lighting my way home through the forest as I come back from a walk in the too-early November twilight. I hate the time change, whether in the autumn or spring. Time...it goes far too fast. I miss the luxury of the abundance of time that it seemed like I had when I was young. Ah, well...