It is what I consider a true Pennsylvania November day here with thirty-one-mile-per-hour winds making it feel much colder than it is. Trash cans and plastic lawn chairs have been blown into streets and now rest between cars. Dunk your brush of black paint into the water pot until almost no color remains in order to achieve our watercolor-water sky today. I think this morning is the prettiest I've seen so far this season, though. The dreariness above only makes the colors closer to us pop. Many of the trees are only branches this morning. Some of the sidewalks are only leaves. And some of the yards are the candy aisle of their street and neighborhood.