Warm, windy and humid with a moody, overcast dusk and a dip in temperatures. The last of fall is brassy, with dull copper tones, dashes of burnt orange and sienna in the half-empty brush. Apples hang in abundance on bare trees like winter ornaments: a forgotten, wild harvest.
I like how you described this. Fall is sad this year- although I don’t want to be cold- this high temperature is alarming- like something isn’t “right”.