Fall Falls in Salt Lake City

It is dark when it used to be light.

Nights are cool despite brutal afternoon heat.

The trails will be dusty and dry, the humid, heavy scent of the scrub oak diminished.

I've seen geese flying over slow moving farm equipment in the brown fields of southern Idaho. The potato trucks will be out soon.

Matt Pond PA is playing on the stereo in the kitchen, leaking out the open windows while I am thinking of acorn squash and clam chowder.