Reflecting on fall

Matt Dishman Community Center, tapering rain.
SOOC.

REFLECTION: DDW August challenge

Already late for the pool, I dumped my gear on the bench outside, hung onto my umbrella, and went looking for reflections, expecting them to be gone by the time I was leaving. (I was right.) As you can see, I didn't have to go far.

Earlier, a grey morning with a fine veil of drizzle.
Not quite a "misty mizzle" but almost.
It came down a bit harder before it stopped.

Now, early afternoon: still, cool, dim light, humid.
Pavement remains dark and damp, but not enough sheen for reflections.

What season is this?

I have it on good authority (thank you, freespiral) that in Ireland today is the first day of autumn. Whatever it is in the Pacific Northwest, it definitely ain't heat stress!

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Knee continues to improve with PT.

Writing stalled as I fiddle with journaling: completing a handwritten journal; getting ready to pick up another with the intention to do fewer words, more art.

Getting back into the habit of "Morning Pages" on computer.
Journaling about my novel: character issues and timing.

There's hope, not even as dim as the day.