The dew point in this neck of the woods is 28.4 degrees Fahrenheit right now, and skies are clear. (I guess technically this should be called the 'frost point.') It's going to be a cold night. It looks like Autumn is firmly entrenched. Winter's not far behind.
Yesterday, I composed a haiku about falling leaves,
but today I've forgotten it. Such is the evanescence of thought.