sunrise filtered through the mist
along the alsea river,
the morning becoming light,
the darkness becoming day
by gradual variations,
autumn preparing for death,
death preparing for the night
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The Northeast looks the same right now. My favorite kind of day. Sunshine is misleading. Gray days are extraordinary.
Oh, nice symmetry!