Thursday, September 19, 2013

River Post-Typhoon

Since the typhoon, it seems that fall may be upon us.  In a matter of 24 hours, the weather consumed all its cloud credits for the week and we've been left with nothing ever since.  Blue skies from dawn to dusk.  A crispness in the air begs for the flare of orange trees to grace the sky.  The typhoon also took away many of the banks of the river, swallowing baseball fields, leaving beaches and rocky passes in place of green patches and fields.  Plant debris is everywhere, some of it conveniently covering the "No Golfing" signs which certain early morning Japanese elderly men cannot be expected to imply peaking from behind their new wigs of twigs and leaves.  Nor can they remember the signs that must have disappeared in the wind, a telling act of God in this secular world.  But a sign is a sign.  And an early, beautiful fall morning is a beautiful thing indeed.

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