Sharp wind blowing along the river today, but blue skies at last. I yield to no one in my love for gray and rainy days. NYC has had a few too many of those lately, however. Cleveland was rainy, too, when I was there, so I'm feeling overdosed and soggy. And fall is so beautiful when the sun's golden and the leaves turn colors against the blue sky... Which is what was happening along the river today. Some of those leaves got shaken off the trees and found their way to the stone pathways, where the wind scraped them along; others ended up on green lawns, sticking there for now. The gusts had enough power to make whitecaps on the water, and one long rolling wave curled all the way to the seawall from the center of the river. A tiny surfer could have ridden it in.