Before the storm hit, Tonya and I walked past debris on a fence, past the burned out Roots and Wing Dingers, around the Holliday Inn. We talked of exercise and arguments, the wind and hills against us. Toward the end, I enjoyed a little color against the grey. 
damp wind
a thick jacket
nerves lighting up the leg
i'm glad you came along to see
these leaves
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