Yeah, for about a week it was Autumn. I flew on the back of a silver-bellied gas guzzler to my old stomping grounds to find crisp air, fragrant blooms and the maples just starting to crone out. These here are confederate daisies on top of Arabia Mountain.
Apparently, as soon as I left to come back to Fog-City, the weather turned hot as a mug again. Don't blame me, I'm a dreamer.
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