I’ll be yours in winter

Some people take pictures. I paint images with words.

A month or so ago, we had autumn. I remember getting off the freeway at exit 107 admiring the red and yellow leaves. One day, a red tree reflected so brilliantly in the glass doors of my office building that I turned around to see what blaze of fire was behind me.

Last week, we had snow, and unlike last year, it stuck. So I drove to work past evergreen trees flocked with snow. For maybe two days.

Although we are having below-freezing temperatures at night, we no longer have snow on the ground. Or leaves on the trees. While exit 107 still has a number of green trees, the red, orange and yellow ones have dropped their leaves to become branchy skeletons of their former selves.

And I’m not sure, but this morning’s sky looked browner than it was gray. What is that? Smog in the Evergreen State?