Sun up, as me and the heathen back out of the drive
into our Autumn...
Frost on the pumpkins...
as the fog lifts over the bluff and the red wings fly...
Iowa...
Vague hints of frosting in the tree tops...
Barges and duck blinds dotting the Mighty Miss...
My truck waits at the ready as me and the heathen explore...
an Autumn Sunday in Iowa.
