So I get this note from Delta last night, a voice mail--"We're very sorry, but your flight [add number and all of that] has been affected by a change in departure time" and etc., etc., etc. Affected, is right. Totally altered. I needed an entire new itinerary.
Which I got, deftly and helpfully, by a Delta guy I swore was from Texas, but claimed Georgia roots. Named James.
So I'm still here, home, for the morning. Otherwise, I'd be on a plane going west.
I got up late, grabbed an apple--my normal morning's first course, and looked out back to the river, gulped, and then tried to chase it down--all that immense beauty--with my trusty camera.
We get this taste of heaven before winter, don't we?--this decadent bath of russets and bronze, of sheer gold set boldly against a deep backdrop of pure azure. I'm sure there are places where the visions might hold even more October grandeur, but this morning, just out back, I found something quite capable of taking my breath away. Or it found me.
Just think, war'nt for some mechanic's wrench or something, I would have never seen it at all, would'a been on a plane.