It’s not even mid-September and the moraine tree leaves have already reached the rich yellow of high fall. We face an October-style week of rain with no hope of sun breaks. This isn’t cause for despair or yearning. Lack of sun on a moist Southeast day, with it soft air and tendrils of clouds tearing themselves on old growth trees, reduces expectations but promotes peace in one willing to walk in the rain. It helps to have the company of a little dog willing to splash after you down flooded trails. A fall colored Frisbee bouncing against her chest.