Turn on the leaves

This week marked the end of the longest, warmest, brightest Seattle summer in at least 20 years.

First to go was the long light of evening, ambience in which to drink prosecco in a small patch of an urban backyard. Later in the week, rain arrived.

Every day this week I've had one or more conversations like this by way of greeting someone in an elevator or on the street: it was a good run, we were lucky, it is good to have enjoyed it while it happened.

This flaming tree says we are now somewhere else.