I have no idea how many words I've expended through the years while writing this epistle in my plot of frozen space. That I just heard you think too many doesn't mean I have psychic abilities, it means you need to work on your 'inside voice.'
That's why I'm offering pictures today instead. I took all of these yesterday as I walked from our house to get some of my 10,000 steps everyday accomplished.
This is at our Harbor. Just barely in the shot on the left is the Shetucket River and to the right of the closest pole is the Yantic River. The Harbor area that their confluence forms is the headwaters of the Thames River (pronounced NOT like the one in London, United Kingdom) that flows into the Long Island Sound.
This is our City Hall-externally restored about fifteen years ago if I'm close to recollecting correctly. Some of the public rooms inside, most especially on the third floor, have cathedral ceilings from the latter part of the Industrial Age where the object of the architecture was to make the individual feel small and insignificant within the context of the factory environment. I'd say "Mission Accomplished" but the term has fallen into disrepute.
Autumn is my least favorite time of year not for a single thing it has ever done to me but because of what its arrival portends (and I'm too afraid of winter to dislike it with quite the same passion) and yet even I must concede the contrast of the oft-windswept skies with earthbound surroundings to create images and impressions of stunning beauty.
Far more lovely and eloquently expressed than I could ever hope to do with a dozen keyboards.