Under the stadium, next to the concession stand, stacks of empty pizza boxes.

I sometimes do as I’m told, sometimes even early.

Several years ago, the university trimmed back a line of trees by my parking lot. They’ve never grown back, leaving these inner dens visible to all.

After yesterday’s turning colors, this was a surprise to find.

Took a while, but it seems to be here.

Sun, shade and shade on weathered walls.

With storms predicted for the northeast, I switched to an early morning flight that would have me home for lunch. The chaos of the newly constructed canopy, bent through a magnifier on the back of the shuttle, seemed like a fitting end to 48 hours on the road.