It is good to be home

We took the red-eye flight back from California over night and got back to Oneonta midday. None of us could resist taking a nap but I did get out for a walk before sunset. It was clear and cool. I was wearing a fleece vest over my sweatshirt. Gloves kept my fingers warm.
I came back on Main Street, crossing here at the light. The sun was blazing on the hill.