November skyscape

Hmmm...This question just occurred to me: What will my future self thank this present self for? Maybe the me of tomorrow will thank today's Ms. B for the way she has spent (or, to some others, "wasted") hours just looking, stilling her thoughts so she can teach her eyes to look again and remember that blue, that white, the not-too-distant mountains, the minutes when the sky was shaped this way, the way the pine trees and cones shared the stillness before the sun repainted the sky into a somber canvas of overripe oranges, deep yellows, deeper reds. November, you're moving too fast despite pictures that try to slow down your pace.