Falling in the city [and trying to get Bert+Ernie to leave town]

Morn: Chilly grey, warm and fuzzy early morning ride. I later stepped out of my own door, and a glance followed me. I felt good (look good/feel comfortable/are special), and the glance wanted a piece of that...no wonder. Work greated me with a backward glance at Baile Park, brightly manicured green, coiffed with red trees under a bright bright blue. Seemed perfect with purple mitts on.
Lunch: Purple scarf n' sweater with a sandwich in tow weather and all that was missing was a sunny cuddle from my sweetie on the grassy carpet under the red canopy.
Home James: Walking home under what has now become a golden light peeking out of hazy pale blue, and a blur of green and pale yellow crunchy footsteps.

And then you wonder why I spent all of yesterday cooped up, and it took me the lure of pie and ice cream to get me out-of-doors. I was waiting for Fall.