They think there's nothing left to see.
The garish colors' flashy show is over.*
Today certainly lived up to November expectations. A dry, brittle cold, the price Bellinghamsters pay for an infrequent cloudless, electric blue sky, turned out to be a draw for anyone willing to break out more fleece and dust off the winter wear. If the forecasts weren't calling for warmer weather and rainshowers next week, our favorite "greenbelt" - vacant lot really - would appear to be prepped for the first snowfall. Give it time.
*from The Fall Almost Nobody Sees by David Budbill
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