Hail, Odd, Seeking, Blue, Allegedly

The odd thing about Autumn is that it is neither here nor there. Some of the leaves feel an earnest desire to remain on the trees, where others seem like they have been waiting all summer to leave their post. Why, just the other day their was a huge hail storm that resulted in the once fluffy maple tree outside the living room window to become a brush of sticks and windmills - such a quick, unexpected change. Allegedly, the neighbor to our left had paid a former employee of mine to summon a storm just so he would have access to the leaves for use in stuffing pumpkin-looking leaf bags. Not a terrible crime, considering he was just seeking some fun out of the blue.

Feeling a little Rogue

Waking in the wind and fresh air, lying on my back and enjoying the moment. Nerves a little heightened not knowing what to expect nor what to anticipate. The others where in a little disarray, largely due to the size of the group. Eight is an interesting number. Slightly different agendas resulted in one tenuous moment. It didn't last long.
It was cool, beautiful, and refreshing. The waves sank over the sides of the raft chilling me to the core with their beauty. So much productive water that one could see the past, presume the future. The wild and scenic Rogue River is on my list of most beautiful things.