Observer: Eloise Bacher
Date: 26 October, 2008
Time: 1615-1630
Location: Outside TIUA, on the curb.
Weather: Warm, some breeze.

The wind is just barely moving the leaves of the trees that are so brightly colored that it doesn’t seem possible they exist in nature. Or at least, shouldn’t exist in nature in Oregon, where everything seems brown or green. The setting sun is shining through them, making them glow until it hurts to look at them. The traffic sounds seem exceptionally loud right now; rush hour traffic? I haven’t heard the train since getting back, but it should be around at some point, shattering everything with its noise. The sky is clear except for a few small puffy white clouds and the sun.