Tropical Fervor III

The verdant cloak canopying over Lookerman, procrastinates ; holding on to the chlorophyll infused leaves that provide energy for photosynthesis ; slowing, but still generating oxygen, moments before their masks turn to calicos of red, yellow and orange. The air is moisture–laden and cold, yet, very still ; the street is darkened and rain dampened, enough that that showering vibration resonates above the silence as the wheels of a car turn in progress toward some random errand. Traffic appears to have lessened, perhaps due to the drop in temperature ; no one is walking, even the usually rambunctious squirrels are out of sight. As the adjustments to the change in season become more reconciled ; those who have not yet, haul off and haul out the heavier clothing, let the storm windows and doors slam shut with the wind, weatherize their choice of transportation, and alter or move their thermostats to a degree of comfort or affordability : mobility will return and it will be back to business as usual and sooner than you think there will be those who will complain about how cold it is and in the next breath ask, where is Al Gore now?