arrives all at once. Just a week ago the river valley
was bathed in gold
- The sun
would set just as I was walking home from work
, turning the sky marmalade
and the North Saskatchewan river saffron
with the reflection of the sun and autumn leaves that only turn yellow.
Now it's twilight when I cross the bridge. The sky is gray, and the river valley is a black and white photograph. There is only snow or silhouette against snow.