Saturday --My window on the world.

My window on the world looks out on main street in a little city.
The leaves of the tree that waves to me every morning have begun to bow to the dictates of fall.
Yellows and golds mingle with the green of late summer still, and the rain from last night stripped one branch nearly bare.

I'll be back later to tell you what the day has held for me, but for now?
I'm off to a birthday party.
Ciao.