Autumn equinox

I left before dawn and saw sunrise from the HRBT.  And I got home just before sunset.  In between, was a meeting in Fredricksburg where the sun was muted by a milky glaze of cloud.  GPS misdirected us to the ruins of the convention hotel's former site.  The posts that had supported a highway-visible sign were empty and draped in vines.  Beneath was a handicap symbol stencilled on the remaining asphalt.  On the way home I noticed the fall-blooming prairie wildflowers that colonized the roadsides.  But the only wildlife I saw was pigeons on a wire.