Finding Fall

I think I found Fall. It was hiding along highway 401 just east of Cobourg, a few kilometers past the Big Apple. Considering how quickly the cold came on this year, I was glad to find it. Fall lasted until Kingston and then blahed out into a grey, flat drizzle that Montreal uses to mask all the faults in their overpasses.

It’s a shame that Fall didn’t last longer because the drive to Montreal is pretty boring otherwise.