Something Underrated, or at least not thought about enough

Those moments of displaced season, as today when, walking home from the first class of the quarter, I couldn't distinguish the early spring evening from one I might enjoy in September. There were still some leftover leaves on the ground, and the sky was swept wide and high from a cold afternoon shower. I felt a shiver of Halloween; the only thing to mark the month was the absence of a distant barbecue.