Sideways at the peninsula.
Not everything worked the same way that day.
The plants seemed strained and waiting to bend after a night of strong winds.
The guests looked suspicious or perhaps it was a look of surprise.
The pool was overfilled.
The clock was slow.
The cars were silent and lacked the usually rorty exhaust note.
It was the official and actual Day of the End of One and Beginning of the New Season.
The watershed moment can be so very full with confusion.
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