Hackneyed and described every which way New England autumn foliage makes the off ramp from 95 North onto 4/225 look pretty cool.

The crappy new IP phones here at work remind me of a joke.
Dick: "The food at this restaurant stinks"
John: "Then why do you eat here?"
Dick: "Large portions"

Siren song of fog reluctantly left behind,
wonderful obscuring,
all enveloping fog.
The fog has left it's gift although
hard pressed to put into words.
I miss that fog again.

I smell my pencils after sharpening.