Arrival

As you may have already noticed, there is a relationship between the presence of images in a post and...ahem, certain less than entirely accurate statements. Fewer of such claims will be present when I proceed on the basis of the written word alone. A picture says a thousand words, but that don't mean they're true. Righto, to Oklahoma.

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Early morning in Norman is like a Henri Cole poem. "Poor summer, it doesn't know it's dying." The sunrise sky's a robin's egg blue, the midday sun heats all through. But the day is slow to wake, quick to sleep. He rises grumbling, coughing cold and vigorously; slumber is welcome, celebrated with soft, pleasant sighs, chilling as the night falls.

But still at noon, summer ignored its decline, happily hanging around for my mid-October visit.

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Pictures, of course, would illustrate what I mean infinitely better...