This afternoon I went for a short walk on a path to the High Bridge, which is not too far from where I live in Washington Heights. The path was mostly empty except for the mopeds and scooters (not pictured) that were racing back and forth to the Bronx.
I'm having a hard time believing that it's already November. A few weeks ago I composed a tweet that said, 'I was writing a work email in which I referenced November 2020 and had to resist the urge to add a parenthetical that said ten million years ago.' I didn't post it, even though it made me smile when I found it in my drafts. More and more I seem to be following the first rule of Twitter, which is 'never tweet.'
I've always admired this succulent, which grows on the rocks along the path. A few years ago, I tried to transplant a few strands in our garden and it didn't take.
In June, the sun was setting at 9:00, and now it sets at 4:30. From what I gather, many people are disturbed by this arrangement, but I like the sense of change. (It's also pretty miraculous when you think about the earth spinning and tilting.) Having more night hours makes me feel 'productive,' like I have enough time to watch television and record a song, like this one, which is brand new :)
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I'll be sad when the leaves are gone, but it won't be too long until they've back again.
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