A defiant blue gets into a quiet to-the-death struggle with orange, at sunset.
That chill that comes out of nowhere and a breeze that says "I'll be back next month, with everything I've got".
The dead leaves, always aloft, laughing at us, they can't be raked if they don't stop moving.
The awful empty stillness at 5pm, and that surging Charlton Heston feeling "My Ghod they'll be waking up soon!!!"
Anyone else ever feel like that?