After the rain a blue, scrubbed day in Columbus. The leaves are wending down. The midnight of a recently paved back road still dark from the rain was spangled with yellow maple stars. The sun came out after the mist, all cheerful, warm and humid. In the deeper places where old trees give a woodland glade feel to the neighborhoods there was an early summer tranquility–with the freshness of rain. And still the leaves were falling and the gutters full of acorns and rotting walnuts. I don’t know why the air’s so still. Let the October winds come to usher in November.