It started out overcast in Charlottesville but the clouds broke apart before I left. The glimpses I had of the mountains looked foggy.
On the way back down to sea level, I saw goldenrod, Queen Anne's lace, wild sunflowers, and other white and yellow vegetation that was a blur. Oh, and a bit of blue chickory. The trees were still green, albeit dusty and past prime. The verge looked red from pine needles and iron in the soil, with gone-white grass in spots. Buzzards rode the thermals above the asphalt.
I made it back before dark and by the time I passed Williamsburg the sky was clear. The round moon was bright when I went to bed.
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