A new photoperiod

Leaf-peeping in a mean season

Today, the angle of light, the incremental tapering of the photoperiod, the crisp in the morning air spoke powerfully to me of fall.

Restless, I bolted for the car. I wanted out. I needed out. I wanted to go to the mountains. Except the roads. Or down to Augusta. Except the roads. Or to see water—maybe the Ware Shoals dam? I wanted out, anywhere, into f…