Fickle Fall

Fall is usually glorious, the colors vibrant, the air crisp and clean. But this year, I swear, Mother Nature can’t make up her mind—record warmth, unrelenting overcast skies, chilly mists, and a gloom that’s settled in my bones I can’t seem to shake.

I was out ‘n about the other day, taking photos with my iPhone. Here’s what I captured, all Her Ladyship’s moods in a single day:


About Nya Rawlyns

Crossing boundaries, taking no prisoners. Write what’s in your soul. It’s the bass beat, the heartbeat, the lyrics rude and true. Nya Rawlyns is the pseudonym of a writer who cut her teeth on sports-themed romantic comedy and historical romances before finding her true calling in the wilderness areas she has visited but calls “home” in that place that counts the most: the heart. She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science. When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or two pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
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One Response to Fickle Fall

  1. M. Peters (@MPetersDesires) says:

    Such gorgeous pictures! Thanks for letting us see them, too!



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