dog years: Book Burning
I was talking to The Willhelm today about the mountains and fall and what happens when the Blues go horribly wrong and how poo humor fixes everything....then I remembered something that happened Sunday afternoon that was incredible....

The sunlight was filtering through the changing leaves and projecting onto the pages of the book I was reading. When the wind blew through the tops of the trees the light flickered like the flames of a fire. Considering what I was reading, the whole display was notably moving.