They warned us about the wind. They didn't tell us it would start like a puncture in a pressurized fuselage. In a matter of seconds it went from ENE 15 K/hr to Due West a Hundred. The power struggled, failed, raised its head above water for one last gasp, and then went out. Hours out.
The basketball net has been outgrown by all family members, and serves no purpose other than to inform that it's windy.
"Oh, it must be windy."
What was left of fall colour is now mulching the garden or packed into brown bags awaiting curbside pickup. Where leaves were, newspaper pages and flyers roost.