Bienvenido blue sky.
Behind me a poorly paved parking lot crumbles, to my left a winding path through giant maples arcs down a gentle slope, on the right an empty pool echos with wind blown scattering leaves in lieu of the pitched little voices of summer swimmers. Our trusty hound sniffs all around in front of me, oblivious to the autumn morning moon and pure sky.
How eloquent you are, John, and so early in the morning. I salute your alliteration and metaphor/simile skills!
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