First Snow

It's the dusty kind that I remember from late October days in Michigan. Mixing with dead oak leaves that breezes rattle against the sidewalk, it didn't look like something real. Convincing oneself that the autumn would last a little longer, continuing to layer sweater upon sweatshirt, tights under jeans, not wanting to switch to a winter coats and boots.

It gets dark so early now, the long shadows of buildings are cold by late afternoon. I miss the sun.

(I also miss my digital camera. Camera phones are fun but they take fucking crappy photos.)