I was sitting in a conference room, and the sun shone in my eyes and made long shadows even though it was only one o'clock in the afternoon. Before this autumn, I've never been so aware of how much the angle of the sun changes at this time of year; the way the summer brightness turns softens into a half-light and the sun slides around the edge of the sky. I felt like my summer river self for a minute, or maybe a small rodent, eyes closed and basking in the dampened glare, then squinting at the towering, tumbled grey cloud mountains, and the sun peeking out among them.
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