fall flourishes

The summer shadows are ceasing. The sunlight glows through trees, turning them scarlet or luminous gold or brilliant green.

Vast flock of birds rising, flitting, perching, on the trees, and on the corrugated back of signs. Dozens of birds can fit on a highway sign that way.

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out of order

Some people can write scenes out of order.

I do that, and I generally manage to miss the scene when plodding on toward the ending.   So I write in order.  

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