Watercolor
Today's a travel day, and a long one, with about 550 miles in front of us. Our destination is a motel in Saint Clairsville, Ohio, a small city just east of Wheeling, West Virginia, and because we got a late start—no surprise there—it's going to be a late night on the road. But before we left, I did manage a brief walk to the millpond to say good-bye to the fast-disappearing dragonflies and the Pandorus Sphinx caterpillar, which was still around and munching on grape leaves. As if the pool below the falls was bestowing a blessing, it flashed watercolor gold that promised even deeper fall hues when we returned in a week or so.