Erranding on 23rd Avenue

A day of many errands in the rain, the kind of day that will fade into a blur by tomorrow. I did all the Things. The rain has brought many bright leaves down, they glitter and flame at our feet. At dusk, as the lights came on and my tasks were nearly finished, I focused my lens on some ivy under a street light and waited for a few people to walk into the frame. They obliged.

Here's a fragment of "Reality Demands," by Wislawa Szymborska:

What moral flows from this? Probably none.
Only the blood flows, drying quickly,
and, as always, a few rivers, a few clouds.

On tragic mountain passes
the wind rips hats from unwitting heads
and we can't help
laughing at that.