Waiting under the street light patiently, his hat placed snugly on his head the wind begins to blow. The street sign swings back and forth then soon the rain begins to fall. Water drips from the brim of his hat he remembers as he steps into the city bus it’s the third week of Autumn.
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Yes, Autumn ~ it has come to Milan as well. Nary a soul without their scarf wrapped tightly around the neck. Nice visual.
My 55 is posted here.
Have a wonderful weekend.
Chef Kar
Autumn is well under way here in the UK, too.
Yep....I'm glad he realized it was Autumn. [At least someone knows...here it's still in the 90s and hot like summer]
My 55 is a twist on Ichabod this week. [scroll down below my Show n Tell as always] Here is my 55
I hate autumn as it's gray, dingy, and the gateway to Winter.
Your 55 catchs some of that.
Good job.
I have finished my 55.
You’ll find it
HERE.
.
But it’s a groaner.
that captures our autumn well...cold and wet so far...i want pretty leaves and cool wind with a wee bit of sun. great 55!
What a marvelously descriptive way with words you have Larry.
Excellent 55 My Friend...
Thank You so much for joining the crew on Friday...You Rock!
Have a Stellar Week-End...G
You also have a rainy season in the Fall? Somehow it always surprises me when it comes.
My 55 is at http://www.AliceAudrey.com
Autumn is my favorite time of the year but for some reason it feels like winter.
great 55!! makes me want to read more, like what happens when he gets off the bus?
Love the colors. Hate the rain and cold. Nice 55. Mine is also up.
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