For a few weeks now Fall has been spilling into the valley from the high country. The isolated wind tunnel runs over the, now dry, Yosemite Falls and into the housing area, ending abruptly by the barn at the end of the street. It has made my walk to work a bit of a walk down memory lane- to my time working at the top of the Fire Island Lighthouse, fishing with my siblings, and early August mornings in Vermont. Some of my favorite places, past and present, being experienced at the same time.
"you see things I miss when I walk to work looking down."