The temperature is up, the sky is overcast, there’s a smell of rain in the air for my morning coffee muses.

It’s starting to fall now. And now it’s not. Big spots of wetness around the edge of the porch, the sound of rain hitting leaves in the trees, a coolness in the breeze… all of these things foretell of a rainy day.

Already a hummingbird has buzzed me this morning.  A small warbler is flitting about just far enough away that I can’t get a good identification.  I am catching a yellow undersides and a spot of yellow on the throat or head

The falling rain is so light it’s hardly discernable, mainly evidenced by the sounds of water dripping in the gutters. And the sound of tires on wet pavement.

A train just roared down the rails. The sounds carrying louder as the leaves fall from all of the trees between here and there.

I still have the chore of changing all of the clocks back to real time. I saw no reason to do it last night. Truth be told,  I see no reason to ever change the clocks again.

Daylight Savings Time… must have been named by a Republican,  no one else has their ability to name something that describes the opposite effect of the name. Never has moving the clock an hour saved anything.

Like the Electoral College, Daylight Savings Time is an idea whose time should have come to an end.