Looking back through the archive, I wondered where I was on 19 September (today) of any given year.
A short stroll from my apartment.
Warm evening on the cusp of autumn, by astronomical definition, anyway.
The flocks of Canada geese honking overhead and the harvest dust tinting evening skies remind you that fall, as defined by the cycle of life, is already well underway.
Regina, 19 September 1982.
