In Ohio, in November, there are still deciduous trees clinging to green leaves. Not all of them, but some. On this day, November first, there is also a dusting of snow. The way it sits on our fence reminds me of coloring in coloring books as a young girl, the way I made a darker line of crayon along each black contour before coloring it in completely. This snow is just setting the stage for what will follow in the coming months.
Welcome to the Midwest, where seasons are just suggestions and the weather's going to do whatever the heck it pleases.