Grey

I was walking home from the store in the middle of the afternoon as the sun was going down. It gets dark early here now, by 4 the sun is already on its way down. I was walking along the river. The cherry trees have lost their leaves. The day was crisp, brisk. The river must be cold, but the ducks still hold out. Perhaps, they won't leave at all. The ducks are brown, the river dull. Walking along, a flash of color caught my eye, a large goldfish, a foot long perhaps, golden in color.
(This post from from the end of last year.)