Fall has begun. In the mornings as I walk to work, I turn a corner that leads me up Via Malabranca, overlooking the other half of the medieval quarter and all I see is the tiled rooftops cloaked in this fog. It is such a foreign image to me. Mornings in Tucson are crisp, usually, with a different light than here. But in Orvieto, when there is sun, there is now a hint of chill; when there is rain, the cobblestones are slippery and dark. I will try to take a picture sometime soon in an attempt to capture this fog phenomenon. The Duomo rising out of the mist is both eerie and beautiful at the same time. I hope the fall for you all, wherever you may be, is a peaceful one.