It was 87 degrees when I left work today, and I loved it. There was a swift breeze that kept it comfortable. It was the first day we actually reached 80, though it had been promised all week. I don't mean to sound unappreciative, but it sure seemed unlikely we'd make it today, considering it was pretty darn chilly and foggy this morning.
At Darby's softball game this evening, just after sunset, that swift breeze shook the tree-line beyond the outfield fence, blowing loose the colored leaves and creating a steady, botanical rain upon the outfield. It was a beautiful fall sight. Not that I'm embracing the fall.
Darby struck out yet again, but did well fielding. Only two more games left. I hope last Thursday wasn't her final hit of the season.
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