Going, Going... Gone

Tho Ms Autumn is not fully gone, she's certainly packing her bag today. A storm blew into The Crevice overnight... bringing industrial grey clouds, leaf stripping winds, and now, rain. Looking out the Imax, you'd think we lived in the molehill Ozarks... most of our gorgeous mountains are obliterated by a pallid funeral cloth of dismal clouds.

Nature ups the ante about this time every year, as if to say, "Enough, already. Time to move on." I guess if one wants a lingering fall, the Ozarks is the price they'll have to pay. This frontal attack of elements dampens light and color, fells leaves, and makes me feel like I should have stayed in bed. Pity, the beginning of the end is finally blustering through Lovely Ouray, along with it our season of light clothes, outside brews and bar-be-cues. Trees are being forced to disrobe. Soggy leaves swirl into gutters on streams of muddied rainwater (sigh). 

And now, I see the rain has turned to snow. 
A door slams. 
Goodbye Ms Autumn... 

"For how is it not absurd, if whilst removing another's downheartedness, thou art thyself downhearted?" Apostle Paul, to the Corinthians.